Apparently, I have good feet for ballet.

There's no right one way to go through life.

I had some years of definite frustration. Auditioning and not working as much as I would have liked to, or working and being paid a pittance, and sort of scrounging by in New York and sleeping on a chair that folded out into a bed.

I have a hard time watching people getting punched on screen; I have to close my eyes a lot.

Boy, you know, it's amazing how your brain can turn into a sieve, and you can literally forget episodes that you have shot.

I always try to have a bigger picture view of my career. But that didn't mean that I didn't cry about not getting jobs.

Some girls say they don't feel comfortable in flats, they only feel comfortable in heels; I am not one of those girls.