It's challenging as an actor to let go but I had some pleasure out of it too. To not have the effort of having to present myself is quite liberating.

I won't do something just for the sake of working.

What I love most about this crazy life is the adventure of it.

Being a famous actress may give you a sense of being important, but believe me, it's just an illusion.

The strong is not the one who can put on the blades at a glance, and the one who is able to raise a smile from his knees!

Attraction is beyond our will or ideas sometimes.

What makes a person sexy is when he's not trying to be sexy.

I live for the present always. I accept this risk. I don't deny the past, but it's a page to turn.

Acting is like peeling an onion. You have to peel away each layer to reveal another.

When you really put your heart in the work, you don't think of how you look. And I think that's the beauty of it.

For me, habit is just a synonym for death.

..when the first rubber ball smacked her in the head and made her brains rattle in her skull, she knew that something about this dodgeball game was different

To have success in your professional life is not so hard. To succeed as a man is more difficult.

You have to change your mind with every orchestra because every orchestra has a different character.

Moving from radio to television, you can take most of the words with you.

Where the soul is full of peace and joy, outward surrounding and circumstances are of comparatively little account.

If you are truly a seeker of truth, truth cannot hide from you. It is in the lap of truth that you have happened.

I just always loved pinball.

Citizens should be looked to for what they can give of their own nobility, virtue, creative thinking, passion, and natural talent for community building and relating to others.

The Band was always famous for its retirements we'd go and play and get a little petty cash together, and then not see each other till it was time to fill our pockets up again.

How much better is it to weep at joy than to joy at weeping?