“I look placid, you see, that's why people think I'm fine. Inside I worry a lot.”

“Really? Well, I don't see it that way. Not at all. In fact, I think that's a part of you that you don't want other people to see. And that most people probably can't see. But, I see it and I understand. So, don't worry about it! It's cool! You're doin' fine!”

“See, you think I give a shit. Wrong. In fact, while you talk, I'm thinking; How can I give less of shit? That's why I look interested.”

“I think I'm smart, and I know I was a good mom. But there wasn't a lot I could point to and say, that's why I'm special.”

“But I don't think that's the case for a lot of people. For a lot of people, for a lot the people I met in the bin, I think personal choice has very little to do with it.”

“Who me? God, no, I'm terrible . . . " Then, just as an experiment, I say, "And, besides, I don't think I'm good-looking enough to be an actor." Oh, that's not true! There are lots of actors who aren't good-looking . . .”