You know me. I'll hurt you. Welcome home.

Because, if you could love someone, and keep loving them, without being loved back . . . then that love had to be real. It hurt too much to be anything else.

You couldn't hide from bad things and pretend they didn't exist–that left you with a dream world, and dream worlds eventually crumbled. You had to face the truth. And then decide what you wanted.

If your friend really cared about you he wouldn't let you take such risks.

Flatter me, and I may not believe you. Criticize me, and I may not like you. Ignore me, and I may not forgive you. Encourage me, and I will not forget you. Love me and I may be forced to love you.

There is also a doubt as to what is to be the supreme power in the state: - Is it the multitude? Or the wealthy? Or the good? Or the one best man? Or a tyrant?

I love movie directors. I don't care who it is.

I'm from where...Rich and A hit the kitchen they were pitchin up

When you are 20, 40 looks really old. When I was nearing 30, that seemed like a major milestone.

When I discovered dancing, I learned to dream.

The positives of retiring outweighed the positives of returning and my desire to still play.

If Oprah, Steven Spielberg and Bono had a baby, I would be that baby.

I don't want to play the same person twice, that's not why I wanted to act.