I always thought I desperately wanted a husband and a big family, because I didn't have it growing up.

I don't want to sit around and hope good things happen. I want to make them happen.

Every morning I stay in bed for ten minutes to ponder my place in the universe. Then I wash my face and check my karma.

Sometimes you come to a point where there's nothing more you can do. You love and respect each other, but it's not working. So you amicably decide to part. I don't know what the future holds: a lot of people get back together after they break up.

A thank-you can be just as meaningful as a soulful ten-page message.

Just when you think you're hitting your stride someone will shout "cut" and ask you to move your head to the left. It's such an awkward process. You try to make it passionate but it ends up being mechanical.

I really wanted a wonderful, traditional home for my kid.