When I found out I had to take off my shirt in Teen movie, I panicked and hit the gym. I was like, "It's going to be on film, documented, for my children to see. I can't be 140 pounds. I need to put on a little bit of muscle."

Dressing a baby is like putting an octopus into a string bag, making sure none of the arms hang out.

I can handle the craziness some of the time, maybe most of the time. But I know I can't handle it all of the time.

All my good movies, nobody sees.

What if I couldn't handle people's opinions of me? I know that shouldn't dictate a person's degree of peace or happiness in life, but the problem is, I chose a business saturated in judgment.

I like wet hair and sweatpants. I like sneakers and ponytails.

Are you kidding me? It's insane that civil rights are being denied people in this day and age. It's embarrassing, and it's heartbreaking. It goes without saying that I'm completely in support of gay marriage. In 10 years we'll be ashamed that this was an issue.