This isn't just an unhappy planet. Sometimes very good things can happen.

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

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

My hair got lighter, and I gradually went blonde. I liked it. Had more fun. But my image of myself in my head is this dark-haired person.

On network TV, I'm still Phoebe to people, and it would be hard to convince them otherwise in the bright lights of a sitcom.

One thing I really want to explore is writing.

I think it's very easy to get caught up and think that how many hits you get in a magazine because you were seen out somewhere has anything to do with a director's opinion of you, and whether they could use you or not.