Theatrically, you are aware of every part of you in acting; every component of your surroundings, including the clothes you wear. Eh...in voiceover, shorts and a t-shirt and badaboom...done.

All I know, is that I feel extremely blessed to be on TV. Its a hard job, but real life is harder. Truth be told, playgrounds can be war zones.

I love any comedic zombie movies.

I have the belief that we are all created to be unique. We are supposed to be different and do those things that made us who we are.

My mom has raised me saying, "Always be yourself." So to be able to play a character that verifies just that, is such a thrill and adventure for me.

I get a lot of people who will either write to me or come up in public and say, "My daughter, son, family, or I, etc. look up to you."

We live in the country. I'm a redneck. No, ha-ha. I live in L.A. County, but more in the hills. Not in the fancy kind! Trust me; whatever you do you do not want to come to my neighborhood!

I feel blessed because not only my character is, but I, myself, can be a role model for people to show that is okay to be your own unique self.

But my message to people with or without a condition is the fact that you can still do anything you set your mind to. You just have to do it in a slightly different way than other people.

Normalcy to me is enjoying the simple things in life.

It's really cool going into a casting room and having them know who you are and the work that you've done.

I’ll not do anything, though you should swear your tongue out, except what I please!

A refreshed mind is a creative and productive one

The pain of love is the pain of being alive. It is a perpetual wound.

Im still an idealist. My manager is always trying to talk me out of it, but thats just the way I am.

As a parent, the only thing I am absolutely certain of is my own fallibility.

Understanding requires not just a moment of perception, but a continuous awareness, a continuous state of inquiry without conclusion

We shrink from the contemplation of our dead bodies, forgetting that when dead they are no longer ours, and concern us as little as the hairs that have fallen from our heads.

I don't want to be involved in endless media gossip.

Mayor: How horrible our Christmas will be! Jack Skellington: *No.* [the Mayor switches to his upset face] Jack Skellington: How *jolly*! Mayor: Oh. How *jolly* our Christmas will be.

A doctrinaire is a fool but an honest man.