I ran into Neal Patrick Harris recently. We were in something called The Purple People Eater. He was maybe 10, but he still remembered it as the wors….

I had a wall around me and a lot of fantasy locked inside..

My love affairs were more often about the fantasy than the actual person I was involved with..

Sometimes I would make myself very still and try to imagine myself dead. I tried to invoke the feeling of the very last breath I would take..

I know I wanted to be with somebody and have children. My heart comes before my work..

In acting class, I used to hide in the corner and pray the teacher wouldnt call on me..