When I write about a 15-year old I jump I return to the days when I was that age. It's like a time machine. I can remember everything. I can feel the wind. I can smell the air. Very actually. Very vividly.

One of my grandfathers actually having gone out there as a minister decided he would better serve the people as a doctor. So at a very late age - at the age of 38 in fact - he changed course and decided to become a doctor.

Your body actually reminds you about your age and your injuries - the body has a stronger memory than your mind.

In an age of incompetence I've been able to last in this crazy business. I actually know how to play my ax and write a song. That's my job.

I'm not skinny for the wrong reasons. It's not because I'm bulimic or anorexic or doing drugs. Compared to a lot of actresses my age I'm actually overweight.

You get to a certain age where you prepare yourself for happiness. Sometimes you never remember to actually get happy.

It's sad actually because my anxiety keeps me from enjoying things as much as I should at this age.