I feel like my dating life has become a national pastime, and Im not comfortable providing that entertainment anymore.

I feel like I'm being watched. Always. Like, I want to tan topless somewhere, and I know I probably could never do that. Even if I'm upstairs in my bedroom, and the curtains are pulled, I feel like a paparazzo's outside on a boat somewhere, or somebody's peeping.

I hate the idea of success robbing you of your private life.

I don't want everybody to see exactly where I live, what my sofa or my fireplace looks like.

I don't know what everybody else was fantasizing about but what I was fantasizing about was a nine-to-five existence, a house on a tree-lined block with a white picket fence, pink roses in the backyard. [...] After a while you learn that privacy is something you can sell, but you can't buy it back.

People don't value their obscurity. They don't know what it's like to have it taken away.