Comedy is so hard; it's so much harder than drama. The pacing of it, the energy of it.

I think that often times Hollywood panders to the cliches of small town life, specifically Southern small town life, and I think that this movie does the opposite

At a certain point, even if the one alpha male is dominant, at a certain point there's a younger lion that is stronger, and everyone knows it.

There's such good people out there where there filmmaking world is alive.

I got so used to being unstable that I started to only be comfortable being unstable.

I had a Southern accent but I had broken it so hard.

I had friends of mine tell me they had a baby, and I didn't even know they were pregnant.

When I was on that boat, I realized the only way I would feel creatively challenged was if I totally changed everything about my environment and put myself in a storm, in a sense.

It's funny, but we were living on this small island off the coast of Charleston, South Carolina when I was 9.

I think actors become jacks-of-all-trades and masters of none.

Always do something different. Always different things.

My life had become a puzzle - its pieces scattered about like paper in the wind, with no one there to chase them but me.

Better is half a loaf than no bread.

An' I learned about women from 'er.

The stronger the reverence for natural life, the stronger grows also that for spiritual life.

Oceania was at war with Eurasia; therefore Oceania had always been at war with Eurasia.

The masculine/feminine look fascinates me. It is not only an issue of empowering women, but I think the shapes look great.

The Charkha is intended to realize the essential and living oneness of interest among India's myriads.

And I don't think that success is going to destroy me at this point in my life, like I used to think.

Journeys bring power and love back into you. If you can't go somewhere, move in the passageways of the self. They are like shafts of light, always changing, and you change when you explore them.

Rin slept inside the oak’s thought. Its own memories of weather and growth continued to hum, and like a pond, its stillness reflected back herself.