I did a film called 'Puccini for Beginners, ' which was a romantic comedy, and I always wanted to do more, but I kept doing drama.

I was a total bad girl growing up.

I think women who don't understand boundaries are fascinating.

In my free time, I love to lay in bed.

Within any drama in anyone's life, there's always a way to find the humor in it. Without humor no one cares about whatever drama is going on.

People who know me would say they get a kick out of the fact that I'm always playing nice people, not that I'm not a nice person, but it's not a defining element.

Sometimes I think your face and your bearing and your energy have so much more to do with the jobs you get than the actual work and the time and the effort that you put in, or the talent even.

We had no idea what we were getting into. We thought we were just doing this little vampire movie in Portland. There was just a lot of silliness, a lot of hijinks and bad behavior.

I love, love, love to rehearse, but when you're rehearsing and then you go do it at night, it's a very weird thing.

How I Learned to Drive I think it's one of the great American plays. Its one of those plays that will be done forever, and it's timeless. I think it, for me, has so much heart and so much love.

It's interesting to me that I get cast as mothers and really maternal, sweet, nice people... Maybe I have a vulnerability or something; maybe that's what it is.

Smartass Disciple: Master, I believe that the truth will prevail at the end.Master of Stupidity: No 'the end' for the truth. 'Prevail' is something else.

We were a coven

Your manager wants to believe that you enjoy your job, or at least you won't spit in her coffee when she looks away. At the office, attitude counts for a lot.

I think any movie star who refuses autographs has a hell of a nerve

I no longer have the fear of being alone. It's cool to find out that you don't need a boyfriend to be happy.

I will leave no memoirs.

I am quite alone. I am neither happy nor unhappy; I lie suspended like a hair or a feather in the cloudy mixtures of memory.

I think it’s the misperception of addiction and living life on the edge, as if it’s cool.

When your time is turned into money, the felt presence of immediate experience is analogous to being enslaved. I mean, let's be frank about it, it is enslavement.