He was always sort of a scrappy little kid wasn't he? A bit of a fighter?

I hope I have a little talent, but a lot of it was luck. I went through setbacks. People said I looked too young, people said I wasn't good, nobody said, 'Come here, baby, we're going to make you a star.' Early on, when I'd say, 'Can I do some anchoring?' people would look at me like I was crazy.

I feel like a human pinata. The disappointing thing is, no candy is going to spill out.

I've always tried to stay true to my authentic self.

He was always sort of a scrappy little kid wasn't he? A bit of a fighter?

Now, if they're there to talk about something specifically, and I determine through my own editorial judgment, that another area isn't germane, or isn't an important part of it, that's something else. But we never agree to anything in advance, absolutely not.

It's these parallel universes when someone you love is sick. Your world is this completely foreign place involving radiation and tumor markers. Outside, people are buying sweaters.