There are no authors in my genre. No one is doing what I do.
With family dramas, it's hard to keep those stories alive.
My idea of a perfect pet is a really, really big dog! Huge!
I've given up looking for a boyfriend. That's not to say I won't be interested if the right guy comes along. But I'm not in a hurry.
I promised myself I wouldn't work again until I found something that excited me.
You put the picture of the ideal person in your head and then someone comes along and they don't fit that ideal at all. But somehow there is something about them that is so attractive. Everyone that I have fallen for has not fit that ideal at all.
Women are hard on themselves. I’m trying to stop focusing on my flaws and appreciate what I love about my body.
You know, rock stardom. . . I have a hard time discussing that because I don't really accept it. It's not really that tangible. What's really bizarre is how it's used as a thing - you know, 'He's the rock star of politics,' 'He's the rock star of quarterbacks' - like it's the greatest thing in the world.
Acting is merely the art of keeping a large group of people from coughing.
I am rich and famous. I have a talented and gorgeous husband and two beautiful children. I could go on.
Some things need to be let go before other things can be let in.