People in New Zealand go out of their way to not be impressed by things.

I really like 'Girls.' I know everybody does, but I love 'Girls.

I was a kid who didn't have a lot of self-esteem.

I think filmmakers are always interested in getting the best actor that they can find, the person who's the most right for it.

I feel like I'm kind of faking something if I'm talking as myself and putting on an accent.

If I could be working every day, I would be.

The interesting thing about acting is using all your own stuff and having some kind of personal catharsis while you're working.

For a while, I was only being sent fat-girl parts. Seriously? Sometimes I feel like I'm making some kind of radical statement because I'm a size 6.

I feel so grateful when I see a movie and there's a woman who looks somewhat like me. I'm like, 'Thank you, Samantha Morton!' You know, a woman who feels like a human being. That means so much to me.

I've had a lot of struggles with depression. It's very easy for me to go to a bleak place, or for me to doubt humanity, myself, the world, my choices.

There's not much of a follow-your-dreams kind of vibe in New Zealand or my family.

Correction is the tool for creating better from worse. Make the best use of it!

Whatever I'm doing, I'm in that moment and I'm doing it. The rest of the world's lost. If I'm cooking some food or making soup, I want it to be lovely. If not, what's the point of doing it?

I have learned that only two things are necessary to keep one's wife happy. First, let her think she's having her own way. And second, let her have it.

No one remembers who took second place and that will neverbe me.

Money talks, and bulls*** walks.

And now I wish I hadn’t been civil, because he says he shall not despair! He is as stupid as Endymion!” “No, no!” said Alverstoke soothingly. “Nobody could be as stupid as Endymion!

I consider myself a crayon... I may not be your favorite color but one day you'll need me to complete your picture.

Those of us who have come to years of discretion and more, must often take to retrospect, and seek to appraise the outcome of our lives.

Here's who it's okay to share a bed with: . . . A heating pad. An empty bag of pita chips. The love of your life.