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

It's like the riddle of the Sphinx... why are there so many great unmarried women, and no great unmarried men?

You can't do four movies and be good to everybody and be flying all night and shooting all day with a different wig and then be going to sing on Broadway without feeling a little tired. You endlessly feel you're letting somebody down.

People always assume that I'm some sort of party girl, and that's such a misconception because I like staying home.

People go to casinos for the same reason they go on blind dates - hoping to hit the jackpot. But mostly, you just wind up broke or alone in a bar.

Can you really forgive if you can't forget?

Where's the line between professional girlfriend, and just plain professional?