There's always a different energy when you're surrounded by a group of women creatives.

I am a creature of habit.

There are no regrets in life, just lessons.

I love that feeling of being in love, the effect of having butterflies when you wake up in the morning. That is special.

I feel sexy in my jeans and wearing my boyfriend's T-shirt.

My dad became a soap opera actor, and I was an extra in a skating rink scene on the soap. I didn't audition. It was nepotism all the way.

People who do comedy are always underrated because they make it look so easy.

I guess we'd be living in a boring, perfect world if everybody wished everybody else well.

Marriage brings up all the things I pushed to the back burner - the fears, the mistrust, the doubts, the insecurities. It's like opening Pandora's box.

The greater your capacity to love, the greater your capacity to feel the pain.

Once you figure out who you are and what you love about yourself, I think it all kinda falls into place.

I've misplaced it all, but I can't seem to lose my brother. It's a priceless gift--to have his love at a time when I've done nothing to earn it.

Never let kindness be your weakness, never let your weaknesses be your downfal

There's nothing special about this place, he thinks. We all forget. Then we forget what we forgot. And that's how we survive.

Artist colonies are notorious for breaking up marriages and housing affairs.

By trying to control everything we become very neurotic, more and more desperate. It's a huge tragic thing.

Any experience, however, trivial in its first appearance, is capable of assuming an indefinite richness of significance by extending its range of perceived connections.

Third party politics, at least since La Follette, has always had an element of romance.

As far as income tax payments go, sources vary in their accounts, but a range of studies find that immigrants pay between $90 billion and $140 billion in Federal, State, and local taxes.

God is not a slot machine. We don't go to God to get something; we go to give something.

To me so deep a silence portends some dread event; a clamorous sorrow wastes itself in sound.