I really like Blade. I wish people would make hard R-rated fantasy movies again. It’s completely irrelevant, but people should do that more. I haven’t seen that many vampire things.
I want to strangle whoever invented that R-Patz thing.
You can put a dog in a scene and everyone’s going to be better, I guarantee it. And if they’re not better, just shoot the dog.
Looking scary with a baseball outfit on and a little bouffant, you know, it just does not work. Especially with sculpted eyebrows.
Sometimes I think I look like I’ve had facial reconstructive surgery. Like after burns.
I had pecs for about two days. Everyone would hate me. Just look at me walking around with my little peacoat on. My little customized pea coat.
Never trust a guy who plucks his eyebrows.
I look a bit like him.
What’s it like kissing Taylor Lautner.
A 17-year-old girl in Australia hacked into my e-mail while I was on it, Then a 15-year-old girl in England did the same thing.
I hate people who cry around me. I’m not friends with them anymore. Especially girls. Cuz girls are crying all the time. It’s like, ‘Shut up.’
I actually quite like working with kids and I like working with animals, which everybody says you shouldn’t do. It makes you feel like you’re not acting, as soon as you have someone who’s providing stuff to react to.
I’d love to be able to fit in a box. Like one of those people who fit into small boxes. I’d love it.
If you’re happy all of the time, it’s difficult to acknowledge when you actually are happy.
I’ve got such effeminate hands. I could never be strong. Whenever I even got to a save, my fingers would just bend back and the ball would hit me in the face.
I thought I was supposed to have a fake six-pack in this scene.
My whole head is like I’ve had a face lift.
Now listen, guuuyyysss! Come on guys. Let’s all, come on, let’s be simple about this.
When this is over, the media will lose interest. There’ll be nothing to say. It won’t fit into a headline anymore. It won’t fit into a template.
I don’t know what’s wrong with me, My brain doesn’t work anymore. I haven’t any memory. I can’t write. All I can do is sign my name. I tried to write the other day-it looked like I was writing in Braille.