I am not my body. My body is nothing without me.

Put three grains of sand inside a vast cathedral, and the cathedral will be more closely packed with sand than space is with stars.

Do you ever miss him? Every day. Every minute. Every minute, she says. Yes, it's that way, isn't it?

And capital punishment, however ineffective it may be and through whatever ignorance it may be resorted to, is a strictly defensive act, - at least in theory.

More and more, cultural groups are cross-pollinating, and we're getting much more interesting art as a result.

The world goes on, stupid and brutal, but I do not. Can't you see? I do not.

I'm not a wushu champion. I was an athlete when I was a kid. I was a swimmer and a runner, but all this action stuff is such a challenge. It really, really is.

If thou tastest a crust of bread, thou tastest all the stars and all the heavens.

Is there a home, a home for me? Where the people stay until eternity? Is there a road that winds up, underneath the big green tree? Is there a home, a home for me?

Testing of self is a regular part of our own lives, so it seems natural to make it a part of the lives of my characters, as well, albeit on a much different level.

You absolutely feel, as a black actress, that you've got to ride the wave because there's just so few roles. I hate to play that card, but it's the truth. There's not a lot of roles.