Editing yourself is like an irksome coin toss. You've got to strip yourself of super ego and operate from the id. Maybe I've got my Freud mixed up. It's just hard to trade a beauty shot for the performance with truth and a brightly lit zit.

I just can't feel lukewarm about a character. I either despise her, admire her, or don't understand her and want to understand her.

Am I ambitious? I used to be afraid of that word but now I think ambition is a good thing.

I am drawn to intimate, often uncomfortable portraits of a woman persevering and awakening.

Editing is not a part of the filmmaking process I've ever been privy to as an actress.

Honesty is not synonymous with truth.

My husband is my best friend; he knows my sensibilities.