When I was younger, many of my romantic escapades were just a means of simply avoiding being by myself. I was afraid of feeling lonely, afraid I wouldn't know what to say to myself.

Maybe the body learns from dreams. Maybe the muscles, the neutrons, revitalize.

I left Guiding Light so many times, they ran out of champagne.

Here was a man with loads of talent, loads of ability, lots of love to give; but that had been stifled and aborted. I became very fond of that character.

I am not preparing myself or my family for anything but life.

Getting typecast is a dangerous thing to do.

I have to stay in soaps to pay my bills to Kodak.