You can't live in New York City and be the most important person in town; you just can't. There are too many other important people here.

There are occasions that I love to be fashionable and enjoy, you know? But the work day of a mother doesn't include a hair making team or any consideration of your shoe.

I expect I should be more calloused by now, but I am so sensitive about not ever living up to anybody's worst idea about an actor who is well-known.

I think women should have what they determine to be a staple in their closet, because who's to say that my staple is someone else's staple? I'm this tall, and I live in this city, and I have to walk the kids to school, and I don't tend to drive as much - my life requirements are radically different than yours or hers or his. Staples are: What do you need? And then, what do you want? "Need" comes first, typically; "want" gets taken care of occasionally.

Friends are readily disappointed by the size of my closet. And I thought it was big!

I know that he, Matthew Broderick, doesn't have his laundry done, and that he hasn't had a hot meal in days. That stuff weighs on my mind.

I don't judge others. I say if you feel good with what you're doing, let your freak flag fly.