I'm too young at 50. I'm not grown up yet. There's part of everybody like that.
I'm writing a novel about two actresses who go to New York, because that's what I know about. One has lost touch with reality, disappears and is picked up by a man.
I felt my mother about the place. I don't think she haunts me, but I wouldn't put it past her.
I don't like being out of the crowd. It's lonely within a group.
Self worth is everything. Without it life is a misery.
You can't help but feel a little bit like a mother to the younger cast members.