My mom was sarcastic about men. She would tell me Adam was the rough draft and Eve was the final product. She was a feminist minister, an earth mom who wore a bra only on Sundays.

This leaf here took forever to become that perfect leaf. We're that. We're work in progress. That's actually being alive.

I usually get recognized for Spaceballs.

The one that I really call love is when I feel like everything's okay. That state of, it's all right here. I spent most of my adult life looking for romantic love. I've been in therapy since '87. What I learned was, that connection that I was looking for that I thought was really romantic love, my therapist literally said, "Well, when you feel that next, you probably shouldn't go towards that for a partner."

In one sense, I felt not seen and heard enough as a child. At the very same time, I'm watching her and modeling her. At seventeen, I left to go to Hollywood to pursue my dream, as if there was no other option. I only learned that, the gift of it, recently. And I often forget it.

There's a feeling that feels like what I've been told is love. It has to do with what Louis Schwartzberg said today about beauty, love, whether it's squirrels outside my door, the rabbits, or the birds. They're not trying to impress me or anything, and me watching them isn't getting me or advancing me in anything. It's just beautiful. When I think of the relationship I'm in, there's a feeling that comes over me sometimes.

One out of six women are toxic with mercury. Mercury comes out of coal plants and chlorine plants. I am toxic, I deal with symptoms, children are born with, you know, autism - there is an epidemic in this country. This is like, the air that we breath.