I'm kind of effectively bipolar.

The business is all about gush and hype. You never have a bad meeting in L.A.

I used to look like a deer in headlights on the red carpet. You step out of the car and it's bedlam. Everyone's got crazy eyes.

I appreciate a slow-burn romance. In most movies, everyone is just tearing their clothes off in the first scene.

When you're in love, you're so happy that you want to tell people about it. But now I have to censor myself. You need to protect the happiness you have.

The more we mask ourselves, the freer we're able to be within ourselves.

I love ambiguity. People are that way. People are very hard to work out. No one is just strong or just fragile, or anything like that.

People quit on jobs. They quit on marriages. They quit on school. There's an immediacy of this day and age that doesn't lend itself to being committed to anything.

There is absolutely, 100 percent, a light at the end of the tunnel for anyone who stutters.

I've always been quite a spontaneous person, so I would lean more towards, if you feel it and you know its right, then do it.

Things happen in the way they usually should. I'm a pretty fatalistic person.

The mark of a great leader is not, only, one that found the courage to believe in themselves, but one, that was able to motivate others to take a look inward, and do the same.

If there was no darkness, there would be no opportunity for light to overcome it.

Sometimes you see beautiful people with no brains. Sometimes you have ugly people who are intelligent, like scientists.

If you want to live a happy life, tie it to a goal, not to people or objects.

I have a meanness inside me, real as an organ. Slit me at my belly and it might slide out, meaty and dark, drop on the floor so you could stomp on it.

Nothing shows the kind of fool you are as quick as your tongue.

I feel I must live alone, alone, alone - with artists only to touch the door. Every artist cuts off his ear and nails it on the outside of the door for the others to shout into.

After he routed Pharnaces Ponticus at the first assault, he wrote thus to his friends: "I came, I saw, I conquered.

We are buried beneath the weight of information.

Yes," she says, her eyes bright with tears. "My dear child, you've done so well.