I Do Actually Like Los Angeles. Partly

We Put This 15-year Old Girl On The Cover Of A Fashion Magazine, And Tell Everyone She Is The Epitome Of Sexual Perfection, But We Jail Anyone Who Touches Her For Another Three Years.

Happiness Is The Twinkle In Your Grandmother's Eye As You Reverse The Tractor Off Her Legs.

I Don't Believe In God, But I Have This Idea That If There Were A God, Or Destiny Of Some Kind Looking Down On Us, That If He Saw You Taking Anything For Granted He'd Take It Away.

I Couldn't Imagine What Fox Thought They Were Doing, Contemplating Such A Jagged Protagonist For A Prime-time Drama. I Only Knew That I Wanted The Role Very Much.

I Never Was Someone Who Was At Ease With Happiness.