There's nothing glamorous about war at all.
I don't really have an issue with showing certain parts of my body. I'd rather not, but it's not a big deal. Growing up in Sweden, it's natural over there.
I think it's critical in any character you play that it really is about reacting instead of acting. You can always tell when a person is acting.
I think we can leave mullets back in the '80s. I'm really not a big fan of them.
I was a groupie for a year and followed a band. I dated the drummer of the band.
Jennifer Aniston and Paul Rudd are really amazing, lovely people and really great comedic actors.
Modeling was never anything that was a career choice. I did catalog work in Toronto to make money so that I could go to school.
The Holy Night We sate among the stalls at Bethlehem; The dumb kine from their fodder turning them, Softened their horned faces To almost human gazes Toward the newly Born: The simple shepherds from the star-lit brooks Brought visionary looks, As yet in their astonied hearing rung The strange sweet angel-tongue: The magi of the East, in sandals worn, Knelt reverent, sweeping round, With long pale beards, their gifts upon the ground, The incense, myrrh, and gold These baby hands were impotent to hold: So let all earthlies and celestials wait Upon thy royal state. Sleep, sleep, my kingly One!
Blessed are those who give without remembering. And blessed are those who take without forgetting.
And I don't care what else anyone has ever told you, the Sun is white, not yellow. Human color perception is a complicated business, but if the Sun were yellow, like a yellow lightbulb, then white stuff such as snow would reflect this light and appear yellow-a snow condition confirmed to happen only near fire hydrants.
War is the slaughter of human beings, temporarily regarded as enemies, on as large a scale as possible.