I don't want people to hate me. I basically do whatever I want. But one of the aspects of what I want is, I want people to like me!

I was only given this life because I'm strong enough to live it.

I'm afraid of buying a house or anything, 'cause if there's one paparazzi outside for one day, then they'll never leave.

Music means freedom to me. But in acting you can pretend to be someone else and I like that.

I did this movie about Salvador Dali a few years ago and had hair extensions and a little bob. That was incredibly bizarre.

People who are the most normal are probably the most crazy.

I prefer to be someone who has to confront his many fears instead of someone who has the illusion he doesn't fear anything

I'm always shocked by the people who I'm attracted to. It's always completely random. I generally like people who are a bit crazy but yeah, that's pretty much my only prerequisite.

The link between my brain and my mouth is just not there anymore.

Sometimes I think, 'To hell with acting' and then I realize I could be working at a shoe shop. Acting is much cooler.

I've never met anyone who's left a comment on anything. It's just demons who live in basements.

But God caused knowledge to be given to Adam and those with him, so that the kings of chaos and the underworld might not lord it over them." [--Jesus]

You think you're funny? I think I'm adorable.

I've always listened to a lot of rap. It's all, 'Look at this car that cost me so much money, look at this Champagne.' It's super fun.

There is nothing more inspiring than having a mind unfold before you. Let people teach who have a calling. It is never just a job.

Many intelligence reports in war are contradictory; even more are false, and most are uncertain.

I'm looking to see what the bigger picture is.

I got a few things, because I think the props are so beautiful as much as anything else. The detail of the work is something that one has no idea of.

If you are an expressive player, people can feel that. It is an emotional thing and becomes an extension of yourself.

I wished for eternal and intriguing muteness. I would be the Mysterious Dumb Girl, the Enigmatic Elf. The human voice no longer interested me.

I thought that Mr. Clutter was a very nice gentleman. I thought so right up to the moment that I cut his throat.