I haven't seen a bear in person. I've seen deer. I have lots of woodchucks on my property. And bluebirds. Foxes.

Black eyeliner says 'You've been through stuff, you know things'.

I watch soap operas. I bake brownies. Normalcy is coursing through my veins.

I would like a nice, powerful, mind-altering substance. Preferably one that will make my unborn children grow gills.

I like soap opera acting. If it's done really well, there's nothing better. It's old school. It's like what those melodramas in the '30s and '40s were like

But it's fun to be something, have that, and you don't have to be real. It's like, comedians. They go on and they're doing all these jokes. I would be like that if I were more awake

An actor's career relies on a lot of luck. Being in the right place at the right time.

In the '90s, indie movies could get financing, because financers gave money straight to directors... Now it's a different system. Indie movies got co-opted by the studio system.

My dad recently reminded me that my grandfather's cousin was Lefty Frizzell.

You're talking to someone, to a reader, and you get to express in the way you want to. And you get to play with it. It's kind of like acting, but it's on paper.

I don't have a publisher yet, so I'm not in the process of that next stage and I don't know what that's going to look like. So I feel like I finished stage one [with my book].

I thought of him as a beautiful deer in the forest that made this world a better place simply by existing

The problem, of course, is that there's no way of knowing that your last good day is your Last Good Day. At the time, it's just another good day.

When women are relegated to moods, mannerisms, and contours that conform to a single ideal of beauty and behavior, they are captured in both body and soul, and are no longer free.

A homosexual is further away from a woman than a rhinoceros.

Prisons don't rehabilitate, they don't punish, they don't protect, so what the hell do they do?

What we call luck is the inner man externalized. We make things happen to us.

For who is pleased with himself.

In point of morals, the average woman is, even for business, too crooked.

Well, It's a Communist country, and the Communists do not reward personal initiative...except by execution.

Prejudice is never easy unless it can pass itself off for reason.