I've always known I was adopted.

I'm never going to be a modern gal. I love colonial. I love early American. I love a big rectangular piece of brown furniture on a hardwood floor.

As comfortable as I was with my adoption, the nature-versus-nurture question has been a big one for me. I adore my parents, but I always wondered if I would feel a different kind of love-not more or less, just different-for someone who was biologically related.

I feel like 'CSI: Miami' was just a license to do all sorts of horrible things that I'd always wanted to do.

Having a crying baby is inspiration to get the job done quickly.

It's a reality that in this business there's an expectation of being thin. But having a baby is a reality too, and it's more important for me to make milk than to fit into those tiny pants. So that's just going to have to wait.

It's not a bad idea to be single, so I can concentrate on my job.