Well, I do lie for a living. I'm an actor.

I'm growing as an artist and expanding my range, and not pigeonholing myself by doing the same thing, over and over.

I think I'm probably much better at the boots and pocket knife thing than I am at the high heels and martini thing.

One thing that annoys me is when you see women in these terrible and incredible situations with perfectly glossed lips. You're not going to look good in the apocalypse.

Every working mom I know is constantly walking some kind of a tightrope of guilt.

An actor without an audience is rehearsing.

The rite of passage of learning to build a fire that will burn all night with one match is not an insignificant one in my husband’s family, and I grew up camping and backpacking. I love to camp.

I love doing action scenes, there's that great thing when you sort of stop acting because if you're running, you're not acting like you're running, you are just actually running.

I don't watch horror movies because they scare me!

My husband's family is military. Preparation is just, from that family perspective, it's just a part of what makes sense to do. You buy insurance for your house; you have a go bag.

You don't take a job in acting at all expecting 25 years in and a pension.

Writing is like going underwater - thank you for being there when I come back up.

I really want to work on a record of mine and I'm just getting inspiration from different sources like one of my favourite bands, Led Zeppelin, and Radiohead.

In really, really good science fiction the line between the science and the fiction is blurry.

I suspect that no community will become humane and caring by restricting what its members can say.

The heat of youth is not more opposed to safety than the coldness of age.

I did not find him absurd. I saw he was kind, that he was on the verge of real love. I thought it would be nice for me to be in love with him, too.

And connected I had been. When the fish changed directions, I felt it. when it slowed or sped up, I felt that too. It's such a raw thing, this shared existence with a piece of bucking biomass.

I try not to read blogs. The comments are extremely harsh.

If we want to make something really superb on this planet, there is nothing whatever that can stop us.

To will oneself moral and to will oneself free are one and the same decision.