No one is more enslaved than a slave who doesn't think they're enslaved.

I have a husband who literally worships me. And cleans the house. And blow-dries my daughter's hair.

I'd like to have finally answered the anorexic question so profoundly and definitively, that would be the end of it. The only reason I ever brought it up in the first place is because when I was young, I read a lot of misinformation about eating disorders. But because I picked the wrong magazine to tell my story to, I wished I'd never said anything. It was totally sensationalized and that's been a real drag. I felt terribly violated.

I'm glad I've never been so successful that I couldn't stop doing one thing. I've kind of been able to just kick it along and switch around.

I have found being a mother has made me emotionally raw in many situations. You heart is beating outside your body when you have a baby.

I can't tell you how many times I've gone to present at the Golden Globes, come home, whipped the dress off and read to my daughter wearing gazillion-dollar earrings. That's how it goes in my house, and I wouldn't have it any other way.

Obviously I've had great experiences with people I've worked with on films - I've married half of them! I should come with a warning sign that says, 'Don't worry, I'm not going to try to marry you. I'm done.'