I have a deep, scratchy voice. Boys would call me Froggy, and my father would often tell me to shut my 'big bazoo.' I remember standing in line for confession. After I walked out, the other kids were like, 'You punched your sister in the face?' Because of my voice, my confession was like speaking into a loudspeaker.

I don't really say, 'Is this script Catholic or not?'. But if I find it to be immoral, or it doesn't sit right with me, which happens a lot these days because there's a lot of garbage being written... I'm like, 'I'm not doing this.'

I'm always praying for a part that would be something that I could be really proud of, in which I could use the gifts God gave me in a positive way.

I grew up in Cazenovia, N.Y. I'm the second of five children, with three sisters and a brother.

That the God-man died for his people, and that His death is their life, is an idea which was in some degree foreshadowed by the older mystical sacrifices.

There's only one effectively redemptive sacrifice, the sacrifice of self-will to make room for the knowledge of God.

Only work which is the product of inner compulsion can have spiritual meaning.

I'm a spiritual person. I'm not very religious. I was raised Catholic, but I am influenced a lot by Buddhism and Hinduism.