When I was younger, I actually had a ghost face mask, and I stood in my sister's room in the corner for, like, half an hour until she saw in the reflection, me behind her, and she freaked out and started slapping me.

I started out taking photos of my friends on, like, disposable cameras, and I documented my younger sister and her friends all through high school.

My younger sister Debby had died of cancer, which started me writing - the sense of life being short. Cancer focuses your mind.

And when the centurion, which stood over against him, saw that he so cried out, and gave up the ghost, he said, Truly this man was the Son of God.

When I was in Turks & Caicos, a bug jumped out of my room service menu. That kind of freaked me out.

People who work with me think I should cut my hair. They say casting directors are less likely to hire me with long hair - that they don't have imaginations and can't picture me looking normal. People literally have conference calls about my head when I'm not around. I mean, obviously I would cut my hair for an amazing part.