I'd Never Say I'll Never Have A Facelift, But I'm Way Too Scared Of Looking Like A Different Person. I Have No Philosophical Or Political Position On Plastic Surgery; I Just Don't Want To Look Crazy. And I Don't Like Not Being Able To Tell How Old Someone Is: It's Creepy.
I Just Would Never Go Audition, And Yet I Was In Very Visible Places Where People Would Come Looking For Actors. I Say I'm Lazy, Though I'm Sure If I Were In Therapy For A Lot Of Years, It Would Turn Out To Be A Lot More Than Laziness. After Awhile, It Was, Like, Too Embarrassing For Me Not To Go On Auditions. I Had To Be Humiliated Into It.
I Like Being Married. I Like Taking Care Of People, Having Someone To Make Dinner For.
There's No Slow Build Anymore Where You Get A Little Part, Then You Get A Little Better Part, Then A Better Part, Until One Day Your Agent Calls You Us And Says, 'guess What, You're A Movie Star,' And You Say, 'thank You!'
I Was Trained By Method Acting Teachers And We Were Taught That Aside From Whatever Gift You May Or May Not Have Or The Level Of That Gift, That You Were Obliged To Know How To Build A Table. It's A Craft. It's Like Being A Ballerina Or A Violinist.
You've Got A Movie Where The Pro-choice Family Gives Their Daughter No Choice. The Pro-life Family Murders. What Seems To Be The Good Mother, The Kind Of Hippie Painter, Sweet And Cute Mother Has No Love For Her Daughter Really.
I'm A Little More Extreme Than A Homebody. Unless There's Some Event I Really Have To Go To, I Don't Like To Leave My House.
I'm Method Trained. How Is This Character Like Me? What Does She Think Of Her Mother? What Does Her Mother Think Of Her? It's Like Construction, And Then, Yes, You Hope You're Talented And That The Universe Aligns And Captures The Kind Of Laborer's Work You've Done And Whatever Else Sprinkles Down On You, And It's All Caught On Film Or Onstage.
I’m Tenacious, I Think – I Know – And I Do Also Have A Quality Where If You Tell Me I Can’t Do Something, If I Know I Can’t Do It I’m The First To Raise My Hand And Say, “i Can’t Do That.” But There Is A Big Bronx, New York Jew In Me That Just Says, “really? Really? You Think I – Yes, I Can. I Can Do It. I Can Do It.