We only have so much time.... Time will kill you – it really will.

When I got inside, I just sort of stood there. There's nothing stranger than the smell of someone else's house. The scent goes right to your stomach. Mary's house smelled like lemon furniture polish and oatmeal cookies and logs in a fireplace. For some reason it made me want to curl up in the fetal position. I could have slept right there on their kitchen table.

There must be some unwritten law that says about fifty people have to move into your house when somebody dies. If it weren't for the smell of death clinging to the walls, you might think it was your family's turn to host the month neighborhood potluck supper.

We only have so much time.... Time will kill you – it really will.

My life has been in shambles, like my personal relationships, my laundry, paying bills now I have someone who pays my bills and it's always been a challenge because it overwhelms me.

Sometimes when I'm directing, the stage manager will have a good idea and that's okay with me.

I would hope that the staffs at juvenile detention centers and reform schools are carefully chosen so that there is a community of support and hope.