I was raised on comic books, and I love science fiction.

Let’s reserve judgment for people who beat their children, sell their daughters into prostitution, or deny women the right to make decisions about their bodies and their lives.

I came to parenting the way most of us do - knowing nothing and trying to learn everything.

I don’t want to say everything happens for a reason, but every day is lined up right next to the other one for a reason. The best you can do is do each day well with kindness and as a good person.

Auditions are hard. You should see what most of the women look like when I audition for things - they look like they should be on the catwalk.

When you're used to being prepared to reject conventional wisdom, it leaves you open to learn more.

I think neuroscience is obviously very esoteric, but I think there are aspects of it that can absolutely be brought down to the level of an interested 11-, 12-, 13-year-old easily.

I'm definitely on the spectrum of socially awkward.

I don't wear pants, or like them; I'm a Jewish woman who's made the decision to wear skirts, so I wear mostly skirts past the knee.

Relationships are complicated no matter what style of parenting you choose.

Attachment parenting is not a passive parenting style.

Love more than you loved your ex-girlfriend, if your present girlfriend feels your feeling then you will feel most happiest moment than your ex-gf.

Perfect is a Preference, Not! a possibility.

Kindness is the key to peace and harmony in family life.

He wanted paper and something to write with, some way to sustain a thought, to place it in the world.

I love exploring in a rehearsal room with other actors, scenes and you know, stuff you are scared of.

We perceive the solidification as the world around us, which appears to be relatively solid. But that solidification is just really a reflection of the solidification of one's sense of self.

It is not the mere study of the Law, but to become eminent in the profession of it, which is to yield honor and profit.

You can almost take the book and use it as a script.

The neurotic feels as though trapped in a gas-filled room where at any moment someone, probably himself, will strike a match.

Can you understand? Someone, somewhere, can you understand me a little, love me a little?