The loss of free will I find unacceptable - what most of us refer to as rights.

I've been married for four years, and I'm still finding out things about my husband.

I can watch endless humans get killed, but if I see a movie and they kill a dog, I practically want to walk out.

Art and the triumph of the human spirit - the two combined thrill me. It's the "Braveheart" moment, the stuff Joseph Campbell talks about, "the heroes journey," a beautiful documentary on a poignant topic, the fireman saving a kitten from a burning building. It's the combo of heroism and kindness against the odds or even good reason. It implies immortality because it is the domain of the soul. That evidence of the spirit of life is what makes me get out of bed in the morning.

My personal style is really comfy: flats, tennis shoes, ponytails, no makeup.

I am either blessed or cursed with having little barrier between feeling emotions and displaying them for all to see. My heart is on my sleeve. It's not comfortable but... I am an artist so it's useful and my friends are used to me getting teary at any moment.

People can do all kinds of things that maybe aren't wise in hindsight because of jealousy.