I think the sensitivity that you need to create certain things sometimes would spill over into things that shouldn't have bothered me.

I think that sometimes love gets in the way of itself - you know, love interrupts itself. We want things so much that we sabotage them.

There are certain things I don't want to joke about. If it's about somebody else, it's fine. If it's about me, I think it's totally insensitive!

Certain things you have to stumble on to. They can't be preprogrammed.

There are certain things you don't discuss with Ansel, especially if you don't agree.

There's a drive in me that won't allow me to do certain things that are easy.