I'm always open to the possibility that somebody's got a better idea than I have. It happens with some frequency.

My kids say if there's any family dinner that doesn't result in somebody crying, it's not a good dinner. They cry because it helps relieve them of a guilt or some onerous emotional burden. It's like a family tradition.

This is my saddest story: In grade school, they would have us open our Valentine's cards and read them out loud. I always sent cards to myself because nobody else did.

The conundrum of free will and destiny has always kept me dangling.

I sometimes find that in interviews you learn more about yourself than the person learned about you.

Getting that audience approval is always a question mark, and it's always that flag that flutters in front of you.