Say what you wanna say and let the words fall out honestly.

Jump start my kaleidoscope heart, Love to watch the colors fade, They may not make sense, But they sure as hell made me.

True bravery is being exactly who you are, imperfections included. Vulnerability is the most precious gift you can give.

Show me how big your brave is.

Late night writing is also good, too, but in New York, you've got neighbors. I try to be a good neighbor.

Love is blind, but when we close our eyes, we see with our hearts.

I'm happy to be working with all women.

Compare where you are to where you want to be, and you'll get nowhere

It'd be a shame to stop now that I've started to make really good mistakes

If you take your fear and mash it into something that's actually useful, then it doesn't feel like it wins.

The struggle is to stay present enough when you're taking your next step forward that you're really making your most honest choices.

I could smack her, punch her in the face, but then I see what she can't hide from me. I've seen it before-the desperation, the agony, the need to find a reason to go on, and the inability to find it.

Thoughts and feelings produce actions. Sinful thoughts and feelings produce sinful actions.

Those who have teachable spirit get wiser and wiser daily.

I can't watch my first audition because it makes me too upset. I just think it is really sad. I look at myself and don't recognize myself. I do think fame and fortune changes people.

Do we, holding that the gods exist, deceive ourselves with insubstantial dreams and lies, while random careless chance and change alone control the world?

Slavery is an obscenity. It is not just stealing someone's labor; it is the theft of an entire life.

Outstanding beauty, like outstanding gifts of any kind, tends to get in the way of normal emotional development, and thus of that particular success in life which we call happiness.

Without butter, without eggs, there is no reason to come to France.

Most of us fall short much more by omission than by commission. While the world perishes we go our way: purposeless, passionless, day after day.

I've never let one day go by without painting, or at least without drawing.