"Oh, my God, this amazing cool breeze is coming through my window and the sun is shining. I'm happy." — Liv Tyler

Mom was only 23 when she had me, and there's a version of my story where we could have lived in New York, and she could have had a very high-profile life, and I could have been raised by nannies.

There's nothing like the smell of grilling flesh.

I'm spiritual, yes, but I don't think about Judgment Day. I don't think about an angry God.

In my twenties, I definitely had a sense of wanting to create stability for myself.