To Grandma: Once upon a time, there was a boy who flew.
Once the world has made a decision, there is little anyone can do to change its mind.
I have a sack of hate mail that I want to respond to. One day, when I’m tired or tipsy, I will respond and tell them what I think.
I hope to write someday and that’s even more terrifying than performing. You don’t just entertain the audience, you give them little bits of your soul.
To be famous is to stand on a pedestal and give the world permission to tell you all your flaws.
There’s nothing wrong with you. There’s a lot wrong with the world you live in. And definitely get out of high school and make everyone sorry.
Anyone can have a once-upon-a-time or a happily-ever-after, but it’s the journey between that makes the story worth telling.
People only love you as long as they’re getting something of you, but the minute you say something they don’t want to hear or do something they don’t want to see, all the admiration drains from their hearts.
A few of the girls and I jumped into my jetta and took off. “Lets go stand outside someone from Glee’s house now,” one of them said.
I really think, without trying to give us credit that we don’t deserve, I really feel like Kurt and Blaine are a modern version of Lucy and Ricky. Oh, I’m Lucy for sure.
I love thinking that there is magic in the world, that there are people in the world with amazing abilities that we just don’t know about.
I feel like little bits of my soul are being shipped domestically.
There’s no solution to life, there’s going to be problems no matter what.
I love bookstores. I love the energy in a bookstore and the smell of the paper.
Besides, anyone with an Internet connection feels they have the credentials to critique or belittle anything these days.
I can sing and dance. I can smile – a lot.
I’m allergic to stupidity.
I almost shat my pants. Literally, the floor was almost covered in my shat.
Sometimes you have good days, and sometimes you have bad days. It really depends on how much caffeine you’ve had.
Everyone that I meet always wants me to direct, but whenever I think of directing, I think of aligning shots. I’d definitely have to write and direct something. But I don’t know if I could.
I think every time a movie gets made, it’s a miracle. I would love to get to a point where it became easier and it wasn’t so much of a struggle to get it done or finished.