Do you still live in an apartment above a garage? I got too much stuff for my birthday. You get presents when you’re an adult with adult friends. There was no room for them. I had to move out.
Did you buy a house? No, no. I’m not there yet. There’s no reason not to live modestly. Golly, decadent lifestyles are such a pain in the neck ’cause you gotta have all those keys and all those things and you have to keep track of all of them.
Where will you keep your Oscar? Oh, ha-ha. I’m not a real good, like, stuff person. Like you need a couch, so I have a couch. You need chairs, so I have those. And I like to have pictures around because I love to look at the people I love. Everything else is stuff you don’t need. But as far as the significance of the Oscar and where I’d put it–never thought about it. I mean, I’ve been lucky. I’ve gotten awards, little gold thingies. But they’re interspersed between the books, behind the pictures, on the shelves. You’d have to be lookin’ for ’em.
Back in, oh, August maybe, of 1998, I spent a few hours with Renée Zellweger for Detour magazine. She was still experiencing the high from her success in Jerry Maguire and was about to come out with the dud One True Thing. She didn’t have an Oscar yet, but I knew it was just a matter of time. I was so into her aw-shucks chicken-fried humility back then, but reading her answers now she seems, I don’t know, a little off.