Growing up as a gay boy in West Texas, I definitely felt like a bit of an outcast sometimes - that there was a world that I would never be a part of.

If you've never heard a piece of Mozart, then Mozart could sound scary or confusing, so it's all about learning.

When you step off a plane into a place like Haiti, you're just surrounded by overwhelming stimulus: the people selling you things, asking you to engage.

I had a sort of rocky upbringing, and I think the theater was a safe place for me.

My mother had a fear of doctors - other than her daughter marrying one.

My father was a very good golfer and he got me started early. My grandfather played, too. It was just something that the Kroft family did. I kind of grew up on the golf course.

The passing of my accountant, Mary Coleman, who was the first person I shouted out on 'In Memory of...' was particularly devastating for me. She was beyond my accountant. She was my mother away from home.

There was a period when I had apple pie as a treat every day of the week. I mean, like, a family apple pie.