It seems we're always in transition and that it's more about trends than it is about what's meaningful.

I was 21 years and 218 days old when I received the Academy Award for Best Actress. I had just stepped into an imaginary world that I'd seen at a distance for years.

I'm the only one in my family who is deaf, and there are still conversations that go around me that I miss out on. And I ask what's going on, and I have to ask to be included. But I'm not going to be sad about it. I don't live in sad isolation. It's just a situation I'm used to.

Living modestly in a suburban neighborhood while trying to support four children through private school is not extravagant or living large.

I'm different, and my manner invites questions. I'm never afraid to answer.

I'm not broke. Like everybody else, I owe money.

I've been around since I was 19, I won the Oscar when I was 21, I've had a couple of TV series. I've continued to work despite the predictions of some naysayers.