I started super young, but when I think about myself at that age - what I thought I knew, and how priggish I was, how certain of things - now I realize that nothing is certain.

Everybody needs to go to Mongolia just to see what it is to be a human being again.

There are many times where even I, at certain points in the evening, after a few drinks, can't pronounce my own surname.

Rather than go to the gym, I would prefer to do martial arts because the time goes by quicker

When I think about myself at 15, I can't relate to myself at all. I thought I knew everything.

Bringing all 45 members of my crazy family together, and watching them argue is super awesome. It's good to do it just once a year.

At the end of it all, it's my little movie library, and you see aspects of me through that.

I've been really into boyfriend blazers, I like mixing tweeds with floral fabrics. The masculine and feminine look.

I just want to make one really good movie a year. And when I die, to know I was honest as an artist.

Scratch a Russian, and you'll find a peasant.

I love the training, learning the stunts, doing them. I love feeling that power - doing things you could never actually do in life - like flying and doing backflips in the air!

If you don’t have any results to show for all your passing time, then you must have been trivializing time and you must have been living your life carelessly.

I miss the days when I was alone with my characters and no one else knew them except me.

I listened for the echo, and I heard only praise —

In their greatest hour of need, the world failed the people of Rwanda.

We are unlimited beings. We have no ceiling.

To judge a man's character by only one of its manifestations is like judging the sea by a jugful of its water.

I won't admit or deny anything...makes me more interesting.

My suspicion is that once you have literacy in place, the readership has not changed very much.

Scientists have no proof that life was not the result of an act of creation.

Cowardice asks: Is it safe? Expediency asks: Is it politic? But Conscience asks: Is it right?