I was a Stephen King fan and I was amazed that I got the chance to play that role and very glad that I did.

A heart can only discover what it really wants with experience.

I went from years of honing my craft to sudden recognition. It was quite a life changer.

I haven't talked much about being an ovarian cancer survivor because I don't really want to define myself that way.

My mother used to tell this corny story about how the doctor smacked me on the behind when I was born and I thought it was applause, and I have been looking for it ever since.

The Oscar changed everything. Better salary, working with better people, better projects, more exposure, less privacy.

I want to be defined by my own essence.

I'm a horror movie fan to begin with, so to come back to the genre, I feel like horror has been very good to me.

I see my sisters, my mother, my grandmother. I like the way I look. I think I have a nice face. I like my eyes, my mouth. I have a good nose. I have good skin.

For a long time I did not want to do television because I did not want to get stuck playing the same person. I wanted the ongoing challenge of a variety of roles.

I have to pay the bills just like everybody else, but it also pays my soul to work.

There are only possibilities

Step-parents, those fairy tale villains, Have been given a bad name.They're easy targets.When the family goes awryHow easy to blame them.I was blessed by the right steps...

LeavingHe stood backlitby windows full of winter, a shade thrown over his face.What a waste, I thought.What relief.

Don’t worry about the haters… They are just angry because the truth you speak contradicts the lie they live.

My tastes lean toward the more negative, angry and eclectic.

We have a strange anxiety in us; that if we don't interfere then it won't happen. Now that's the root of an enormous amount of trouble.

Women in Thai society have been placed in the space of the home. It is possible that women have assuredly taken up that place without thinking too critically about it.

Yeah you can have a word," said Harry savagely. "Good-bye.

"We speak different languages, as usual," responded Woland, "but this does not change the things we speak about. Well?..."

No, I don't harbor any mystical ideas about writing, Your Honor, it's work like any other kind of craft; the power of literature, I've always thought, lies in how willful the act of making it is.