I'm from a nice, suburban, middle-class family, but my tattoos remind me where I've been.

It doesn't matter who you are. What matters is your plan.

We're all flawed human beings and we all have a cauldron of psychosis which we have to unravel as we grow older and find the way we fit in to live our lives as best as possible.

Whatever character you play, remember they are always doing something they are not just talking.

I have a very busy head. I have inside voices that I have learned to contain.

Love is doing something you don't want to do for someone you don't particularly like at that moment.

You don't step on stage to eat; you go there to be eaten.

I'm an armchair psychologist, I suppose, and I like to kind of sit around and guess and pretend I know what's going on.

I love people. People are lovely creatures. I'm one myself, so I love to see people happy.

The only thing I can do is wipe my arse, brush my teeth, turn up and do the best work I can.

I think it's important that you always transform if you can. That's what I was trained to do. You try and hide yourself as much as you can - that's the key to longevity.

Where I was raised a woman's word was law. I ain't quite outgrowed that yet.

The moon is very charming, alluring, attracting and magical, not because of its beauty, but because of its illusion and reflection of change.

The stars were only sparks of the fire which devoured us. Should that fire die out one day, there would be nothing left in the sky but dead stars, dead eyes.

She listens to the delicate fluttering of sparrows' wings, tiny messengers. The sound reminds her of life - struggling, beating, rising, flying, and now dissolving into space.

I am deeply saddened by the tragic loss of my dear friend Ronni Chasen. I have had the honor of working with her for over 15 years. She was one of a kind. I loved her. I miss her.

The protection the government owes you and fails to provide, you are morally bound to provide for yourselves.

Truth lives on in the midst of deception.

Man is a moral being.

Entertainment for entertainment's sake is the most expensive form of death.

Every fairly intelligent person is aware that the price of respectability is a muffled soul bent on the trivial and the mediocre.