I hope one day I will be able to be completely myself. Maybe I'll be wilder.

Girls can wear jeans, cut their hair short, wear shirts and boots, 'cause it's okay to be a boy, but for a boy to look like a girl is degrading.

You think that being a girl is degrading, but secretly, you'd love to know what it's like, wouldn't you?

There were always questions about my parents; I got so fed up with that.

In France, you're with the crew, and you have lunch with them. It's more like a family.

The more you turn down things, the more difficult it becomes to feel that the next one will be right.

I love being a beginner. It can be a terrible feeling because you're ashamed of everything you do, but it's so exciting at the same time.

I thought people would ask me really personal questions because I've shown more of myself, but it's a comedy, and people understand that it's a game we play.

There's always this thing of wanting to be elsewhere.

I'm a very shy person towards my intimacy and private life.

Everyone gets the feeling that they know you and they know your life, and I felt really embarrassed by that.

My beliefs are the center of my being.

Love is like candy floss. you crave it and it looks very promising, but if you try to satisfy your hunger with it, there is nothing. Only a sweet aftertaste - if you're lucky.

Is the whole world doomed to emotional trauma?

Most of human history had been industry versus nature, with industry winning.

Joan of Arc had style. Jesus had style.

It was darker than a pitch-black panther, covered in tar, eating black licorice at the very bottom of the deepest part of the Black Sea.

I have a healthy disrespect for religion. I really do. When Columbus came to this country in 1492 he brought syphilis, diphtheria, tuberculosis, influenza and Christianity. The diseases were curable.

The most essential quality in the game is passion

Science which is acquired unwillingly, soon disappears; that which is instilled into the mind in a pleasant and agreeable manner, is more lasting.

And who shall say--whatever disenchantment follows--that we ever forget magic; or that we can ever betray, on this leaden earth, the apple-tree, the singing, and the gold?