Great books don't make great movies. There's too much information in there.

When I was a freshman in high school, my drama teacher, an incredible, inspirational genius, the guy who got me into acting, he encouraged me to get the lead in a musical. They didn't have any guys.

When people ask me why I don't eat meat or any other animal products, I say, 'Because they are unhealthy and they are the product of a violent and inhumane industry.'

My family would be supportive if I said I wanted to be a Martian, wear only banana skins, make love to ashtrays, and eat tree bark.

I'm tired of playing the brat.

For people who have... had curve balls thrown at them, it is easier to digest change and digest change in other people. Change only scares the small-minded. The small-minded and me.

I have a very bad relationship with mice.

You sleep with people all the time that you hate.

I'm tired of answering questions about myself.

I live in New York full time. I can't live in L.A., because I fear people think I'm a vagrant there.

In a movie we try to deceive. In theaters, as they say, the deceived are the wisest.

You'll never experience the joy and tenderness of a lifelong love unless you fight for it.

Don't judge me by my books. They're not my voices, and they were never my stories to tell.

The path to wisdom is paved with humility.

How can we explain such inclinations? They are forces within us that come from a deeper place than conscious words can express.They draw us to certain experiences and away from others.

Rugby is great. The players don't wear helmets or padding they just beat the living daylights out of each other and then go for a beer. I love that.

I would rather be known as an advocate of equal suffrage than to speak every night on the best-paying platforms in the United States and ignore it.

The dread of loneliness is greater than the fear of bondage, so we get married.

Capitalism needs and must have the prison to protect itself from the criminals it has created.

I am no one to be a purist.

O woman! in our hours of ease Uncertain, coy, and hard to please, And variable as the shade By the light quivering aspen made; When pain and anguish wring the brow, A ministering angel thou!