Any time I get to blow bubbles pretty much lights me up.
Ask Mother for advice on breaking into show business.
When you look to the past, don't sit and dwell on your regrets. Instead, focus on the things you learned from each experience and how they may enrich your future. Use the past not as something to hold you back, but as a method for reaffirming the drive to move forward on your chosen path.
During my childhood, I was surrounded by actors and all I remember is they were fun to be around. That kind of sticks.
Gay nightclubs offer better dance music.
I grew up in an acting family. I was heavily discouraged from doing it myself when I was young, which is the only responsible route to take with any child, because its not necessarily the easiest of lives.
If you do something and it proves to be a success, then people go 'get him to do that type of thing again, but only slightly different'. Either you do that or you go 'No! I want to play a leprous, lesbian dwarf from Guatemala!' But those parts just aren't coming to me.
WHO TAUGHT YOU TO HATE THE TEXTURE OF YOUR HAIR? WHO TAUGHT YOU TO HATE THE COLOUR OF YOUR SKIN?
That sort of half sigh, which, accompanied by two or three slight nods of the head, is pity's small change in general society.
I suppose that the human mind can only stand so much grief and anguish. After that the fuses blow.
A little thing, like children putting flowers in my hair, can fill up the widening cracks in my self-assurance like soothing lanolin.