I guess I stopped acting when I was 18 and didn't pick it up again until I was 21. That wasn't the plan, though. When I first started at Yale, the plan was to do a movie each summer.

Once you get over that peak of puberty, you hit a nice stride.

I think I would make a lousy stay-at-home mom. It just wouldn't suit me.

Yeah, there was the Flora Plum thing, where I trained for about a month and I had taken a semester off for that, and two weeks prior to filming, the financing collapsed.

Autism does exist on a spectrum, and there are so many manifestations of it, so many kinds of expressions of it. And every case is particular.

If you do something that you're not genuinely passionate about, it is a little soul-crushing. Just not worth it.

Growing up in New York City, I was always encouraged to question authority, and I think I confused patriotism with jingoism.

It's funny with jeans now, because if they don't feel like a pair of sweatpants, I don't have patience for them anymore! I think I'm becoming increasingly lazy.

Acting is the greatest answer to my loneliness that I have found.

You don't realize how useful a therapist is until you see yourself on e and discover you have more problems than you ever dreamed of.

Every three seconds in the developing world, a child dies needlessly due to lack of basic health care and other things we all take for granted.

With one long breath, caught and held in his chest, he fought his sadness over his solitary life. Don't cry, you idiot! Live or die, but don't poison everything...

One can be kind, one can be helpful, but it takes a heart and an effort to understand.

You cannot beat a roulette table unless you steal money from it.

The last struggles of a great superstition are very frequently the worst.

I have very strict rules in my head that seem to me to be the way things should sound.

The only times I'm consistent about praying are when I'm on an airplane or when an ambulance goes by.

I definitely hope to continue to release records at an accelerated pace.

The birds of night peck at the first stars that flash like my soul when I love you.

Farewell, farewell! but this I tell To thee, thou Wedding-Guest! He prayeth well, who loveth well Both man and bird and beast.

God is the ever active providence, by whose power systems after systems are being evolved out of chaos, made to run for a time and again destroyed.