I got a role in this movie called Freeway playing this really angry, aggressive, violent young woman who believed wholeheartedly in the truth. I had such satisfaction afterward, and I thought, That's what I want to do.

I clearly had one drink too many and I am deeply embarrassed about the things I said.

I was surprised when the ultrasound revealed that I was having a girl. I was convinced I was having a boy. And I was completely confounded by the fact that I wasn't in control of the situation; that I was being introduced to a different individual coming into my life.

I don't believe in perfection. I don't think there is such a thing. But the energy of wanting things to be great is a perfectionist energy.

We each own one car, and we have a reasonable house. It's a lovely place to be, but it's not extravagant.

I read while the kids play. I can see them from the kitchen window. And I'm a fast reader.

If something seems frightening or horrible, I should probably do it.