I think I've got a lot of dark lines in this record [Wild Things] that I've hidden quite nicely among the nice things.
I'm no stranger to a bit of sexist backlash, but I was surprised by the level of vicious and misogynist hate I received.
I'm really thriving and enjoying being a part of a really vibrant creative team and doing creative work.
I really wanted to explore a range of women who aren't necessarily perfect, heroic women. I wanted to series to influence creative people to include more women in their work, especially historic works.
It's been really exciting to work on a collaborative, creative team where we got to bounce ideas back and forth and figure out the best one.
I wouldn't call it a silver lining, but with more women speaking up, online harassment is beginning to be taken more seriously.
It is both possible (and even necessary) to simultaneously enjoy media while also being critical of its more problematic or pernicious aspects.
When the soul betrays itself and loses the blessed and longed-for fervor, let it carefully investigate the reason for losing it. And let it arm itself with all its longing and zeal against whatever caused this. For the former fervor can return only through the same door through which it was lost.
At that moment, in the sunset on Watership Down, there was offered to General Woundwort the opportunity to show whether he was really the leader of vision and genius which he believed himself to be, or whether he was no more than a tyrant with the courage and cunning of a pirate. For one beat of his pulse the lame rabbit's idea shone clearly before him. He grasped it and realized what it meant. The next, he had pushed it away from him.
Haters and doubters got me here, but supporters keep me here.
God is not only the God of the sufferers but the God who suffers. . . . It is said of God that no one can behold his face and live. I always thought this meant that no one could see his splendor and live. A friend said perhaps it meant that no one could see his sorrow and live. Or perhaps his sorrow is splendor. . . . Instead of explaining our suffering God shares it.