It's just person after person in every different country that has a life that I can’t even imagine and has gone through horror that I can’t even imagine.

A word of advice, don't point your #$%^&^& finger at crazy people

I hide my emotions mainly because you don't want somebody to know that you feel sorry for them, because they will feel worse, or because you don't want someone to know or see your fear. If someone like a sick kid or a burn victim sees your fear, they respond to how you respond. And if you show them it's terrible, they will get upset. It's something I've learned over the years.

This has been my life for many years; one role feeds the other. It is a joy to be an artist, but it doesn't mean very much unless that work is somehow useful in some way and contributes to others.

I've realized that being happy is a choice.

If we cannot end the conflict, we have an inescapable moral duty to help refugees and provide legal avenues to safety.

No, no, no, I've just grown up too much to be hurt by what people's opinion of my love life is.