The violence is the violence. I understand that we're sometimes squeamish about it, but I think that strength needs to be called on once in awhile, and sometimes that's the only thing that will work.

I boxed through college and I played college level football. I was a linebacker.

The world is a dangerous, unstable place and sometimes there are casualties and struggles for power.

I grew up with a very quick temper, and the language of violence is a language that I'm very familiar and comfortable with.

You look at your past and things that are unresolved and figure out what you need to do to move forward and fill a role with your family and in your community.

Fights take a long time to shoot.

I just think that, at the end of the day, you needed the catharsis of revelation.

How do you fight the stagnation of monogamy and the monotony of time together?

Within the stability of a family struggle, when there's less chaos, you can have the most soul-searching and the most digging to find out what and who you really are.

I bake my daughter cupcakes for her school. I'm very hands-on.

If you give a scene enough room to breathe, actors will hopefully find those magical moments.

And then he gives me a smile that just seems so genuinely sweet with just the right touch of shyness that unexpected warmth rushes through me.

I would do anything for a part, nearly anything. Being in movies doesn't mean being pretty.

Somebody thinking that they can make noise intimidate me is comical.

I know you're upset, I know you're scared, but don't walk away.

My popularity, my happiness and sense of worth depend to no small extent upon my skill in dealing with people.

I consider those are rich who are doing something they feel worthwhile and which they enjoy doing.

I had to trick people into giving me money for my first film. Making a romantic comedy is easier and more expected from a woman than it is to make a drama about a Japanese warrior.

We're alike, Jess would tell himself, me and Miss Edmunds . . . We don't belong at Lark Creek, Julia and me.

When a street musician lowered his violin to inquire, 'Hey lovely, what you got there?' she said, 'Musicians who ask questions,' and kept on dragging.