Eating sundaes is something you can't do every night.
When you're recording a TV show, you really feel like you're in a bubble.
Sometimes when you're given hurdles, it makes you more creative in the end.
I enjoy the old-fashioned idea of, like, His Girl Friday and Bringing Up Baby, those old movies.
I was not awesome at dancing. For a ballerina, I probably started too late. Plus I enjoyed entertaining people too much.
Sometimes I get really shy when people recognize me, but when it was from Arrested, I'd be like, "So what do you like about it? You watch it? Will you try to watch it when it's on, and not just TiVo it? Because if you don't want it to be taken off the air. . . . " It was really sad when it got taken off the air. But it's really cool. It was nice to have a small part in something with a big life.
In the past few months, I've become convinced of one thing: If I were a man, I'd be paid more.
And still the brain continues to yearn, continues to burn, foolishly, with desire. My old man's brain is mocked by a body that still longs to stretch in the sun and form a beautiful shape in someone else's gaze, to lie under a blue sky and dream of helpless, selfless love, to behold itself, illuminated, in the golden light of another's eyes.
As nations improve, so do their gods.
Seeing architecture differently from the way you see the rest of life is a bit weird. I believe one should be consistent in all that one does, from the books you read to the way you bring up your children. Everything you do is connected.
There is iconoclasm in the excessively intellectual, and they delight in destroying their dearest moral or sentimental idols, the better to prove their strength.