I'm controlling, and I want everything orderly, and I need lists. My mind goes a mile a minute. I'm difficult on every single level.

If you spend enough time with yourself in silence, you'll be surprised what goes through your head.

My head is filled with so much crap, or facts that I find important, but that some others don't.

People came to my parents' parties because they were going to have fun and, if lucky, our mother would belly dance. What they didn't know was that the hostess made sure every morsel placed in front of them was pure and without anything artificial, no matter what the cost.

Forensics I've always found absolutely fascinating. Anything to do with clues. And checking things out and solving.

I stopped doing romantic comedies. I just stopped. They're terrible. They're bad. They're not funny and so they shouldn't be a romantic comedy because most of the time they're not romantic. They shouldn't be called romantic comedy.

I hope they invent a machine in which you type in the age you want to be, and it lifts and separates everything nonsurgically.