I decided I was sick of trying to figure out what everybody else wanted, and I should just decide what I want, and be honest, and not spend all my time guessing.

I don't have a lot of discipline.

I want to stay in the moment and enjoy the great things that are happening.

When I see some of the people who are glorified in magazines these days - who are so thin it's bordering on sickness - I just feel exhausted.

I can't cultivate a relationship with my child if it's between takes. I tried that on a movie and realized, 'This is not going to work.' It will work some of the year, but not 12 months a year.

I dreamed about these moments, and I think I hoped I would have them, but you don't know. So when the lucky break hits, it's like being Cinderella and hopefully midnight doesn't come.

I've had paranoid panic attacks.