But give me more credit than that. Someone else may have dealt the hand, but I picked it up off the table, I played every card, and I had my reasons.

We think about mortality so little, these days, except to flail hysterically at it with trendy forms of exercise and high-fiber cereals and nicotine patches.

I hate nostalgia, it's laziness with prettier accessories.

I wasn't sure I could make it through another hour of his company without throwing my stapler at his head.

Don't you ever feel that - that you just need to get away? From everything? That it's all too much?

When we can't see a pattern, we fit pieces together until one takes shape, because we have to.

With acting, you have to depend on somebody else to decide if you are allowed to work. You can spend weeks and months when you are not acting at all.