I found the right man, got married, and just had to keep not reinventing myself, just deciding that it doesn't matter what you are if you are a good person.

At 45, you know what you're doing, but you're still not done.

You can't pursue something and be committed to it if you're apologizing for it at every party.

I do like reality shows, and I watch some of them because they're high drama. It's also just fun to watch people have honest reactions.

Blonde is dumb comedy, red hair is smart, sexy comedy.

Is it me? Is it like I have a beacon that only dogs and men with severe emotional problems can hear?

Now, unless someone's, like, 50 or older, they're meant to behave like girls. And it's a broad stroke: It's not just a moment of being vulnerable and girlish.