For my 11th birthday, I asked to be adopted.

That's how you know you love someone, I guess, when you can't experience anything without wishing the other person were there to see it, too.

Why is it so hard to articulate love yet so easy to express disappointment?

I'm sorry," I say. "I didn't give you everything you wanted. I wasn't everything you wanted. You were everything I wanted.

I'll never be ready. Yet at the same time, you always want to reach the end. You can't fly to a destination and linger in the air. I want to reach the end of this thing, and I feel terrible about it.

I like the way men cry. They're efficient.

Because feeling love does make you feel superior. Until you find out you aren't loved back.

...we’re just kids growing up on an island, doing bad things in pretty places.

You can't compare and rank heartache. Pain is pain is pain. There is no precise measurement. No quarter cup.

Perhaps I did nothing because I don't have enough fear to be a good parent.

I'm sorry, " I say. "I didn't give you everything you wanted. I wasn't everything you wanted. You were everything I wanted.

If I keep myself busy I don't know how lonely I am. I only know how busy I am.

There are two sides to a pancake. One is brown and fluffy; the other is burnt.

Beware of the conversationalist who adds "in other words." He is merely starting afresh.

For me, performance is about forgetting what I'm wearing. Just putting it on and knowing it's right.

I wouldn't believe there was something 'wrong' with my son.

I've played a lot of bad guys, 'cause that was the only work I could get. People saw my face and went 'oooh'.

I'm a confession that is waiting to be heard

God is only where you let Him in.

The world is full of Buddhas but they're sleeping.

Live by publicity, you'll probably die by publicity.