Yeah, I'd been around horses most of my life.

You can relate to somebody's pain and you have compassion, which can lead to intimacy.

She was this incredible mom. With each of her kids, she did something called `time,' where she would spend an hour each day doing whatever the kid wanted to do, whether it was play spacemen or `Let's go into your makeup, and I'll make you up like a clown.' And as a teenager you'd be like, `Rub me, Mom. Give me a massage.'

You liked the freshness of it, c'mon try it" and I said "oh God, I read it three of four times" and finally I said "all right, I want you guys to organize a reading and I want you to be there to see how terrible this is not going to work at all", so we had a table like this, and read the script, and it was just great.

Hope's interesting, isn't it? I can't turn hope off, it's hopeless.

Pretend was a big part of my childhood.

Tightness gets in the way of everything, except tightness.