Melissa Joan Hart

Kids aren't going to understand single life in New York City.

Every prop, every shot, every pearl that rolled across the floor was exactly how I wanted it to be.

I'm calling from my car, I'm sorry, I'm like running around like crazy.

I've got a new invention. It's a revolving bowl for tired goldfish.

My first career ambitions involved turning into a boy; I intended to be either a railway guard or a knight errant.

Why do men fight who were born to be brothers?