I wanna be your happiness. I wanna be your common sense pain.

My head's a carousel of pictures and The spinning never stops.

I really just want to be warm yellow light that pours over everyone I love.

I find that life is easier when it is just a blur With no details to confuse who or what or where I was So when the ending comes the full regret will be obscure

I think there's so much about Rasta culture that's interesting. Just the idea of preaching one-ness, that we're all in this together.

Now I believe that lovers should be draped in flowers and laid entwined together on a bed of clover and left there to sleep, left there to dream of their happiness.

It's not a movie, no private screening This method acting, well, I call that living

I drink to stay warm, and to kill selected memories

I like to feel the burn of the audience's eyes when I'm whispering all my darkest secrets into the microphone.

If the world could remain within a frame like a painting on the wall, I think we'd see the beauty then and stand staring in awe.

You should never be embarrassed by your trouble with living, because it's the ones with the sorest throats who have done the most singing.

For like a shaft, clear and cold, the thought pierced him that in the end the Shadow was only a small and passing thing: there was light and high beauty for ever beyond its reach.

We can become inspired to shape a higher, more ideal future, and when we do, miracles happen.

We have a lot of women on the staff, obviously. It's a predominantly female writing staff and we hire the best people. It's not like we go we need more women or we need four women directing.

Whatever dressing one gives to mushrooms, to whatever sauces our Apiciuses put them, they are not really good but to be sent back to the dungheap where they are born.

It means the most when your team always supports you.

Truth is mighty and it will prevail.

I used to wear makeup all the time when I was younger. Now I go out and I don't care.

Actors can't retire. What would they do?

Self-pity is an ignoble emotion, but we all feel it, and the orthodox critical line that it represents some kind of artistic flaw is dubious, a form of emotional correctness.

Fear can hold you prisoner. Hope can set you free.