I long to journey endlessly, always in search of something new. Always alert.

As I write, I control my anxiety and anguish thanks to the invaluable aid of irony and humor. But every night I am subdued by an anxiety that knows no irony, and I must wait until the next day to rediscover the blend of anguish and humor that characterizes my writing and that generates my style.

When it grows dark, we always need someone. This thought, the product of anxiety, only comes to me in the evenings, just when I'm about to end my writerly explorations.

People can do all kinds of things that maybe aren't wise in hindsight because of jealousy.

Unless you're a serial killer, you're worried about being liked by somebody.

Fans are afraid to meet me. They're sort of afraid for their lives and won't look me in the eye.

I am no longer able to be anonymous.

I can watch endless humans get killed, but if I see a movie and they kill a dog, I practically want to walk out.

I paint. I love the visual arts.

I, personally, like to get dressed and then do my makeup and hair in about five minutes.

My acting teacher used to say that people reveal themselves in their opposites.

My personal style is really comfy: flats, tennis shoes, ponytails, no makeup.

One of my main techniques for acting is I try to know almost nothing beyond the words that I have to say, because that's my zone of control.

Sometimes I'll read an audition and I'll get a very strong first impression about who the person is, and I usually go with it.

The movies and TV shows I like to watch tend to put their characters in situations where they have to dig deeper.

One lesson I got from Gandhi, 'Be the change you want to see,' haunts me. I just feel like I can't keep stomping around pointing the finger at BP when I am supporting the oil industry with my very own dollars and actions by buying their products, helping to pay their mortgage - plastic is from oil... polyester, shower curtains.

So much of our lives are defined by habit or what the guy next to us is doing, never wondering and knowing who and what we support with our actions, from the detergent Mom always used, to my favorite dish I make... A lot of my life is unexamined habit.