Acting engenders and harbours qualities that are best left way behind in adolesence.
Waiting, done at really high speeds, will frequently look like something else.
A lot of the time, I’m just smart enough to be unhappy.
The trouble with getting introspective when you’re pregnant is that you never know who you might run into.
I’m in denial in its lesser state. It will take me a second. People around me will notice my mania first. And, my depression.
I don’t know about understood. I think that unless you are forced to understand – unless it is an issue of yours – you wouldn’t bother to.
I will usually be in denial about that, too, because I really don’t like that. Sometimes I will recognize it and sometimes someone will say, “are you okay?” And then you think, “Oh, maybe I’m not.”
Me being an actor was an accident, and not something I wanted to do, because I knew what happened eventually. Yeah, maybe you’d get famous, but then you wouldn’t be famous anymore. Then you’d have to scramble to get back to where you were, and chances are, you wouldn’t.
I did the traditional thing with falling in love with words, reading books and underlining lines I liked and words I didn’t know. It was something I always did.
My favorite films are ones that have my lines in it, and I like those lines. And I like to hear them.
I was telling some people in my dressing room some of my other stories, my psychotic break, and blah, blah, blah, and no, they kind of look at you and it’s just not what they wanted to hear.
I am someone who will rise to an occasion like that. Other occasions can defeat me.
Stay afraid, but do it anyway. What’s important is the action. You don’t have to wait to be confident. Just do it and eventually the confidence will follow.
Take your broken heart, make it into art.
If you look at the person someone chooses to have a relationship with, you’ll see what they think of themselves.
Do not let what you think they think of you make you stop and question everything you are.
Happy is one of the many things I’m likely to be over the course of a day and certainly over the course of a lifetime. But I think if you have the expectation that you’re going to be happy throughout your life – more to the point, if you have a need to be comfortable all the time – well, among other things, you have the makings of a classic drug addict or alcoholic.
I call people sometimes hoping not only that they’ll verify the fact that I’m alive but that they’ll also, however indirectly, convince me that being alive is an appropriate state for me to be in. Because sometimes I don’t think it’s such a bright idea. Is it worth the trouble it takes trying to live life so that someday you get something worthwhile out of it, instead of it almost always taking worthwhile things out of you?
I need to write. It keeps me focused for long enough to complete thoughts. To let each train of thought run to its conclusion and let a new one begin. It keeps me thinking. I’m afraid that if I stop writing I’ll stop thinking and start feeling.
It’s not nice being inside my head. It’s a nice place to visit but I don’t want to live in here. It’s too crowded; too many traps and pitfalls.