I cannot even imagine college. I'm white-knuckling it just letting my son go to kindergarten for eight hours a day.

I just wanted to make sure that yes, that those horror - they worked as a genre. To me, I just wanted to be touched by the film in the way that I saw plausible. Which is the story about compassion - giving and receiving it in those desperate times of need.

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 have the best husband a wife could possibly have. He's the best father my children could have.

My personality is just innately even-keeled. I'm not such a huge daredevil. Which is not to say I'm not a passionate woman. I don't know, maybe it's my physiological makeup, but I don't like the feeling of anything in my system, other than a glass of wine now and then.

I cherish each director that I have. I want to be maneuvered out of my comfort zones. I don't have the time to prepare.

Doubt is the middle position between knowledge and ignorance. It encompasses cynicism but also genuine questioning.