Different people's houses smell like different weird things. God forbid someone should come and nail down what my house smells like. It'd probably be a litter box... sweaty socks... and burnt bacon. That probably is what it smells like. — Wendi McLendon-Covey Copy Share Image
I was a theatrical kid, but my parents were overprotective. When I expressed interest in show business, they shut it down. — Wendi McLendon-Covey Copy Share Image
If you want to play the good roles, spend more time in in college and in acting class than you do in the gym,… — Wendi McLendon-Covey Copy Share Image
I've never lived in Los Angeles. I've always lived 30 miles away in Long Beach. — Wendi McLendon-Covey Copy Share Image
There's nothing wrong with a little self-possession, there's beauty in taking time for yourself just because you feel like it, and there's nothing wrong… — Wendi McLendon-Covey Copy Share Image
My skin is super sensitive, so an oil-based cleanser is just perfect, rather than some detergent thing that strips it. — Wendi McLendon-Covey Copy Share Image
I can't stand having a messy purse, and it makes me anxious to watch other people dig through their messy purses (especially if it's… — Wendi McLendon-Covey Copy Share Image
'M Train' will take you in and out of dreamscapes and reality and remembrances with prose so spare and matter-of-fact that it delivers a… — Wendi McLendon-Covey Copy Share Image
Different people's houses smell like different weird things. God forbid someone should come and nail down what my house smells like. It'd probably be… — Wendi McLendon-Covey Copy Share Image
As a performer, you can't just sit around waiting for the phone to ring. You have to write and develop projects for yourself, because… — Wendi McLendon-Covey Copy Share Image
You think your friends have good taste in fashion, until they ask you to wear an ugly bridesmaid dress! — Wendi McLendon-Covey Copy Share Image
Growing up, I was the weird, theatrical kid who always tried to make people be in my plays. I've always loved comedy, but when… — Wendi McLendon-Covey Copy Share Image
