We all grow into the beautiful person that we’re supposed to be, some earlier, some later.

The Hollywood I know has allowed me the opportunity after opportunity to keep doing new things and not send me out to pasture. I don't want to go to pasture. It's cold. I'm allergic to grass. And the cows are mean.

The costume designer designing clothes that helped the comedy in The Proposal, that sold the character. Each and every detail was so perfectly thought of, what wouldn't be here? That's a lost art.

I'd rather take risks than make something that's cookie cutter.

I've done all my tricks. I'm tired of myself.

I can't selfishly take journeys anymore because I have to take a little boy along with me.

No one has proof that I know of, that a higher power exists, yet a major portion of the world believes in it and relies on it in faith in trust, in what that is. Where is the science in that? And yet you have incredible belief in that.