Failure seldom stops you. What stops you is the fear of failure.
It was strange how words meant something when they came out of your mouth. Inside your head they were safe and silent, but once they were outside, people grabbed hold of them.
I wish I had a boyfriend. I wish he lived in the wardrobe on a coat hanger. Whenever I wanted, I could get him out and he'd look at me the way boys do in films, as if I'm beautiful.
All I know is that I have two choices – stay wrapped in blankets and get on with dying, or get the list back together and get on with living.
I want to die in my own way. It's my illness, my death, my choice. This is what saying yes means.
I'm me and you're you, and all of them out there are them. And we're all so different and equally unimportant.
We make patterns, we share moments.
I try to preserve a certain amount of time away from the movies, so I don't allow time to do those smaller parts that might give me an opportunity to do more seemingly 'artful' things. Although, having said that, I don't feel any lack of noble purpose if I do a film that's commercial.
When I'm feeling sad, or lonely, and I don't know what I'm doing and I don't know where I'm going, I imagine the Cool Awesome Future Version of Myself just telling my present self, "It's okay. You just gotta grab that giraffe by the ears and ride it on out. "
The world looks at ministers out of the pulpit to know that they mean in it.
The question of free will is insoluble on strictly psychological grounds.