I'm not sure why I still think of myself as 28 - maybe that's the point where you start growing up, and then you just feel the same for evermore.

The biggest place I look for validation is from my mother. That's the little girl in me that will never grow up.

I find myself gravitating towards drama. It interests me. In the books I read, the paintings I like, it's always the darker stuff.

Now that I have kids, I don't want to do so many daredevily things anymore.

There is nothing which at once affects a man so much and so little as his own death.

There's no tragedy in life like the death of a child. Things never get back to the way they were.

What kind of system do we have when innocent people can sit on death row for 30 years?

I guess on one hand I believe it doesn't matter if there is life after death.