I spent more time playing a person I was not than the person I am.

Most important to me is my home life and the well-being of my children.

I don't know what I can do about the aging. Yes, I am aging. Oh my God, I'm aging all the time. It's like those flowers that wilt in front of you in time-lapse films. But what can I possibly do? Look like a lunatic?

When a relationship dies do we ever really give up the ghost or are we forever haunted by the spirits of relationships past?

In a relationship, when does the art of compromise become compromising?

I love the opportunity to wear something really special and go to a wonderful event at some great cultural institution.

I'm not on Twitter. In theory, I really like Instagram. I think it's a warmer environment. I think, though conversations can erupt that aren't always friendly, you have an opportunity to jump in and redirect and even caution people against language and behavior that I personally object to.