Even as a kid, I read Jung - Reflections and Individuation In Fairy Tales; all the inner circle of Jung was a real huge thing for me.

When I'm lonely, frustrated or hurt it usually comes from a male person and from unrequited love. I often carry that pain around with me and my ribs actually start to ache. That's when I sit down and write.

The bust of Colonel Sanders stands as a monument to cruelty and has no place in the Kentucky state Capitol.

My ideal relaxation is working on upholstry. I spend hours in junk shops buying furniture. I do all the upholstery work myself, and it's like therapy.

I've been fortunate - I haven't had too many auditions. I slept with the right people.

I'm a mother with two small children, so I don't take as much crap as I used to.

I always think back to my childhood and I have a distinct memory of me not having any idea who I wanted to be. The funny thing is that I feel the same way now. So much time has passed and I haven't a definitive sense of self.