I would never put my job before my family.

When I was in college, there were a couple years there where I was just not sure what to do, and it was actually my mom who suggested I take some journalism classes.

As my mom says, I was a little bit of a slacker in high school. I really was just kind of unmotivated, a little bit lazy, so my grades weren't that good.

I never have any clothes to go out in, because I always just buy for work. I don't know why. Habit.

My 3am wake up call sounds a lot different now. Sweeter...

I love books that rhyme. And I love books that are clever and have little lines in them that are meant to amuse the parents who will no doubt be reading the book over and over and over again.

One of the things I love about New York is that it's one of the only places where you could have an entire restaurant dedicated to macaroni and cheese.

I should get a manicure more often.

Friends are the artists who paint happy lips on your face.

The red-letter days, now become, to all intents and purposes, dead-letter days.

It is far easier to write an angry letter than to go and say angry things to another person - because as soon as we look in one another's faces we can see the other point of view.

If zeal had been appropriate for putting humanity right, why did God the Word clothe himself in the body, using gentleness and humility in order to bring the world back to his Father?

An actor can play two or three lines where he says one thing, but plays the opposite. That's the most important moving part of a film.

You have to be insane to direct.

I can always remember standing up to the baddest girls in my elementary school. Wherever I went, there was always a mean girl, and that girl would always hate me because I wouldn’t bow down.

As shadows attend substances, so words follow upon things.

Pop music seems to be the way radio programming has chosen to support female artists. They have chosen not to support a more provocative voice from women, which I find disappointing.

The greatest efforts in sports came when the mind is as still as a glass lake.