I Kept Dreaming Of A World I

I'm Pretty Critical Of Myself As Far As Reaching Some Sort Of Perfect Bull's-eye Or Target That I'm Aiming For.

She Was This Incredible Mom. With Each Of Her Kids, She Did Something Called `time,' Where She Would Spend An Hour Each Day Doing Whatever The Kid Wanted To Do, Whether It Was Play Spacemen Or `let's Go Into Your Makeup, And I'll Make You Up Like A Clown.' And As A Teenager You'd Be Like, `rub Me, Mom. Give Me A Massage.'

Memories Are Not Just About The Past. They Determine Our Future.

As Far As Beau Is Concerned, We're On The Same Team, We Root For Each Other. If My Parts Are Slightly More Attractive, Or Are Perceived That Way By Others, He's Very Content.

Sometimes I Think Of Movie Acting As Advanced Pretend.