I envy people with dreams and passions, but I don't think that way. I still don't have a 'bliss' to follow. For people like me - I suspect that's most people - holding out for a 'dream' or a 'passion' is paralyzing. I just like having work I enjoy that feels meaningful. That's hard enough... but it's enough.

The most likely moment for something incredible to happen to me was the moment I was most certain nothing ever would.

I probably am more shy than people realize. But I'm shy when I leave a studio and I am just myself.

I was an unusually private person - in a way, kind of insufferably so. I think I thought the celebrity thing when it happened was a temporary phenomenon, and I was above it.

The courage to try something new makes me proud.

I had had some months of depression. Not serious enough to keep me from work. So, I guess you'd call that a mild depression.

Your 40s are a major trough. About the age of 50, feelings of satisfaction begin to rebound and keep rising into your 50s, 60s and 70s, with health being a major factor.