I was never a rail-thin person.

I got a Cabbage Patch doll from my mom when they were impossible to get. She later told me that she had to buy it off the black market. That was the best!

I don't remember, at 19, someone giving me a golden key and saying, 'Welcome to Hollywood; which job would you like?'

I just saw a guy filling up his gas tank with one hand and smoking with the other. Seriously?

Listen, the obvious thing to remember is without dark, there is no light, and without light, there is no dark.

My heart gets very tender when it comes to playing someone who has wronged someone else. I almost feel like it's easier for me to play having been wronged than it is to actually feel like you had an active part in hurting someone.

As cute as baby clothes are... I try to buy less.