I'm really a director's actor. I rely heavily on a director.
this song is for the guy who keeps yelling from the balcony, and it's called 'we hate you, please die.
Maybe it's important to open up I people- people who are right there with you, not some thousand miles away in another universe. Or maybe it's something else. Maybe I should just settle for not knowing. Maybe it's just good to know that you're not the only one who doesn't know.
Out here where the world begins and ends, it’s like nothing ever stops happening.
Scott: I don't think I'm ready to be a grown-up. Kim: I don't think you are either, buddy. But hey, you'll get it. It just takes practice.
When you're alone, you look at yourself more, it is kind of inevitable.
Kim: Hey. . . There's a guy over there with a samurai sword. Scott: Really? Like a katana or a wakizashi or both?
I don't really think about what people think of my music, and how they listen to it or what my demographic is.
But if I must be alone, I refuse to be alone as if it were something weak and distasteful, like convalescence.
What are the two of you whispering about?” Alaric demanded irritably. She glanced over to see the warrior watching her, his eyes narrow with suspicion. “If I wanted you to know, I’d have spoken louder,” she said calmly. He turned away muttering what she was sure were more blasphemies about annoying females. “You must make the priest weary with the length of your confessions,” she said. He raised one eyebrow. “Who says I confess anything?
Motherhood has taught me the meaning of living in the moment and being at peace. Children don't think about yesterday, and they don't think about tomorrow. They just exist in the moment.