I have no problem being 53. Why would I want to be 35 again? I want to discover who I am in my 50s. And if I tried too hard to look younger, it would seem that I was uncomfortable with who I am, wouldn't it?

No more bare bodies in film scenes for me. For my children's sake, I must stop. The other kids at school keep throwing it up to my children, and they are not kind.

I would love to do a television show in New York City.

I have huge hands and feet. I'm 5'6" and wear a size 10 shoe.

I am to a fault an introspective person. But I am not a reflective person - except for a big mistake, and then I really think about it.

I don’t want to be a mentor in my bedroom.

It is clear I was never the Pretty Girl. I had my two front teeth knocked out when I was 10 and didn't fix them until I was 19. I have a crooked smile and a nose that looks like it's been broken 12 times but never has been. My nose was always red, so people called me Rudolph. My whole face is off-center.