I used to have to think about awful things to get myself emotionally connected to something.

Isn't Googling someone the first thing everyone does?! They meet someone new and Google them!

I've named a couple things after Edgar Allan Poe: the cat, and my garden upstate, where I only planted black flowers and purple flowers - and there's a raven statue.

Gardening gloves are for sissies. I always have dirt under my nails.

In the world of Facebook and Twitter, you can treasure hunt for tidbits about somebody that you find interesting and pretty much find out everything you need to know - which is why I stay away from social media - I'm terrified of it.

I think the first couple of times you do make-out scenes, you psych yourself out and it's really nerve racking.

Everybody wants a sensational story.