I used to have nightmares when I was a little kid that I woke up prematurely and opened all the Christmas presents. And then I would be so relieved when I woke up and I realized that I hadn’t done it.
I took three years off. I differentiated myself from the industry. Found my identity – sort of… I haven’t graduated yet. I’m not legitimately educated yet, but maybe one day.
It’s funny with jeans now, because if they don’t feel like a pair of sweatpants, I don’t have patience for them anymore! I think I’m becoming increasingly lazy.
There was a solid year and a half, perhaps two years, after making ‘Temple Grandin,’ when I didn’t do anything. I just didn’t have much patience for roles that were silly, or light, or inconsequential.
Growing up, I wanted desperately to please, to be a good girl.
Every three seconds in the developing world, a child dies needlessly due to lack of basic health care and other things we all take for granted.
People in the CIA, they marry each other. They’re like actors! We have to travel without much warning to far-flung places, and it’s very hard to communicate what our experiences are like to those in the outside world.
Growing up in New York City, I was always encouraged to question authority, and I think I confused patriotism with jingoism.
Growing up in New York with artist parents – a very liberal environment, where we were always encouraged to challenge the status quo – I think for a long time I confused jingoism with patriotism. And that is a mistake.
I like marriage. I feel very secure. It helps when you are in love with the person you are married to.
I’ve always very earnestly tried to do my best, so I just have to trust that and forgive myself for being fallible.
I have a huge, active imagination, and I think I’m really scared of being alone; because if I’m left to my own devices, I’ll just turn into a madwoman.
I’ve always had a really active imagination. Lots of kids have imaginary friends. Mine just took on a rather demonic form.
I think I would make a lousy stay-at-home mom. It just wouldn’t suit me.
Narciso Rodriguez was my first fashion big brother. He made my wedding dress, which was wonderful.
I have to say that my dad’s face is very malleable. He’s barely got any cartilage in his face. I think I maybe inherited that Play-Doh-like physicality from him.