I was always reading those beauty magazines and wanting to become this unattainable thing.
I went to the Rudolf Steiner School in New York, and you're not allowed to watch TV.
I'm not one aspect of the human experience - none of us is.
I don't know why women feel an affinity with me.
Art is so subjective, and people can react however they want.
I love the unknown. I love the discovery of what will be happening and just kind of sitting back and not knowing.
I've gone for each type: the rough guy; the nerdy, sweet, lovable guy; and the slick guy. I don't really have a type. Men in general are a good thing.
I had an idea of what I thought was funny. It's kind of based on how I am.
In a man, I look for a friend, someone who's equal, with whom I'm comfortable.
Most of us fall in love with someone's persona and spend the next three to five years discovering who that person really is. If you can stay connected through that process of raw vulnerability, I think you have a shot at the prize of knowing and accepting another human being for who and what they really are after years of highs and lows.
Marriage brings up all the things I pushed to the back burner - the fears, the mistrust, the doubts, the insecurities. It's like opening Pandora's box.
I think you miss out on a lot of stuff when you're so protected and isolated.
I really am pretty happy with what God gave me.
OK, in all seriousness, I would say I couldn't be in a relationship without equality, generosity, integrity, spirit, kindness and humor. And awesomeness.
We're all with Friends until Friends dies. If one of us goes, we all go. One of us wouldn't leave. It wouldn't be the show it is without each of us.
I'm not sitting dwelling about the past or stressing or fretting about something in the future.
As an adult, I can't blame my parents any more.
Everybody relates to having a dream.
When somebody follows you 20 blocks to the pharmacy, where they watch you buy toilet paper, you know your life has changed.
I don't know what it means to be a sex symbol. When I look myself on a magazine cover I don't see it as me, but as someone painted, fluffed, puffed and done up.
