It's a challenge getting rid of your accent.

It's scientifically proven that chocolate improves your mood. There is something in it that can make you happier and I stand by that theory. Milk chocolate. It's so good!

When I came to America, I told my dad I wanted to be an actress.

A lot of movies that come from Israel are about war, but there is such good, funny, rounded writing that comes from the country that I wish more people would discover.

I've always performed. I've done plays at home.

I'm worried about everything at all times.

Whenever I look at a baby or children in general, I smile and just want to play with them.

Our writer would play the piano and then come up with songs on the spot that included all of us. It was so fun!

I went to a dialect coach and she told me that I had five problems; two were my Israeli accent and three were my New Jersey accent. I don't even want to know what I sounded like back then!

I become obsessed with one thing or one look, a Bohemian look for instance, and then I wear that for a while.

It was so hard to watch myself back because whatever movie I do, I never look at the monitor. I hate looking at the monitor.

When you're in the middle of a nightmare, something ordinary is the only hope. Anyway, ordinary things are the best. I've always thought so.

One needs to pursue some sort of a creative interest in order to keep life from eating us alive.

How do you paint yellow wheat against a yellow sky? You paint it jet black.

I always wanted to act, but I never thought it would be my profession. I thought that I'd end up doing other things, but that in the meantime I'd do plays.

Ther is no newe gyse that it nas old.

I've dealt with Hollywood about having my work made into a film or cartoon but nothing came of it. That's not to say I wouldn't like to see something happen.

We can all be ourselves, be true to ourselves, and all be together.

We take pleasure in truth and it amazes the eye of the viewer to see in stone, in canvas, or in wood an inanimate thing that seems to move.

In Paris there are two dens, one for thieves, the other for murderers. The den of thieves is the Stock Exchange; the den of murderers is the Courthouse.

Tell the truth, lies are difficult to remember.