Well, yeah, but I probably wasn't as open about my desperation.

I've watched those shows my whole life - being on one is like a dream. It's hard to balance that dream with the fact that this is the Edie I've known my whole life.

One of the ways I think I gain fodder for characters is by watching people.

I wanted to act; that was my one goal. I wanted to devote all my time to acting and not waitressing or anything else.

It's hard to notice things without people noticing me and that takes some getting used to.

When a show has gotten as much attention as this one, everyone wants to join in with something to say.

My actual personality probably lies someplace between the two.

I actually washed my window once, and it fell through - it was being held together by the dirt.

There were a lot of times I wondered if I was deluding myself. I had nothing else to fall back on, but I never enjoyed anything else.

I was a young kid from Long Island who wanted to do something large with her life, so I can relate to that.

And hey-the psychiatrist in the show is Italian also. So people are going to focus on what they want to focus on. There's not much you can do about that.

I was able to support myself by acting alone about six years ago. Until then, I was just scraping by.

Well, yeah, but I probably wasn't as open about my desperation.

Being a single mother was the right thing for me. But I have a tremendous amount of help from my friends. They're in love with my kids, and my kids are in love with them.

Coming home to my family afterward makes the work richer, easier and more fun.

I don't have examples in my life of people who are all good or bad; I have deeply loved many people who are both, and I relate to those kinds of people on a far greater level.

I grew up kind of a tomboy and I used to fight with all the neighborhood boys.

I love being able to take a nap in the afternoon.

I love to hand sew. I sometimes make clothing for my children, which of course they grow out of in a matter of minutes. I thoroughly love it.

I really am profoundly grateful just in general in my life. I've had an embarrassing amount of good fortune.

I think there was a time when I considered myself a work addict, but that's no longer accurate. My life has changed so dramatically over the last number of years, especially having a family now. My priorities have shifted.

I'm a very ritualistic, routine-oriented person, and I discovered over the years that I love working Monday through Friday.

I'm an old-school, embarrassing Joni Mitchell fan. Her music made a hook in my soul and hasn't let go for all these years. I even sing her songs as lullabies to my kids.

I'm not sad about any of my life. It's so unconventional. It doesn't look anything like I thought it would.

I've also learned to no longer feel guilty if I'm invited out and don't want to go. If I start to say to myself, 'What's wrong with you that you're staying in five nights in a row to watch 'Forensic Files' instead of going out with your friends' I remind myself that it's what I need to do for myself at that point.

In my household there is an insane amount of laughter and celebration.

Is it harder having kids and working? It definitely is, but the payoff is you get to go home to your kids, and it all balances out. And I know I'm a better mother when I'm engaged in something outside of the house.

It's a very complicated issue, this fame thing - I was not really cut out for it. There are some really fantastic things about it, but it's difficult for a private person like myself.

My friends started having children after college, while I was pursuing this crazy acting career and living hand to mouth. Plus, all my boyfriends were artists struggling to make a living. Having kids didn't make any sense - why would I take on more of a financial burden when I couldn't even afford a dog?

My kids have never seen me scream at anybody. They've never seen an argument. There's never been even a cold silence. And those are things that I grew up with because my parents did end up divorcing.

The high-grossing films are not all that interesting to me, I have to say. It's not stuff I would want to be in. Yes, you would want the big paycheck, but that's never really been my concern.

The second you are handed a newborn it is yours. It doesn't matter what body it came out of. I've never felt more strongly about anything in my life.

The world gets very small after a while, if you stick around long enough.

There's a little good and bad in everyone. Everybody I've ever loved is very complicated.

We're living in a time when parenting is not at all mirroring the way I was parented. For me, I just followed my parents around on their errands; when they were busy on the phone, I was quiet. It's a different kettle of fish these days: They run the house, and you listen to their music, and you go to their appointments.

Coming home to my family afterward makes the work richer easier and more fun.

As a single mom, I'm juggling a lot and working long hours. Yes, it costs them a little, but what my children get in return is a mother who is energized and content.

Nowadays men lead lives of noisy desperation.

I have always used the world of make-believe with a certain desperation.

Desperation is the raw material of drastic change. Only those who can leave behind everything they have ever believed in can hope to escape.

Men of my age live in a state of continual desperation.

Desperation is sometimes as powerful an inspirer as genius.

Lottery tickets are a surtax on desperation.

The mass of men lead lives of quiet desperation.

People need motivation to do anything. I don't think human beings learn anything without desperation.

Who knows where inspiration comes from. Perhaps it arises from desperation. Perhaps it comes from the flukes of the universe, the kindness of the muses.

The abjection of our political situation is the only true challenge today. Only facing up to this situation in all its desperation can help us get out of it.

The tragedy of it is that nobody sees the look of desperation on my face. Thousands and thousands of us, and we're passing one another without a look of recognition.

If I were a Roman Catholic, I should turn a heretic, in sheer desperation, because I would rather go to heaven than go to purgatory.