The truth remains. I was, and am, disgusted with myself.

Cut the ending. Revise the script. The man of her dreams is a girl.

This is my vision-what I imagine I'll pass through on my way to the light. The blue sky, the clouds, the rays of light.

...the man of my dreams is a girl.

Really? It seems too good to be true. I don't trust it. I don't trust anyone.

Your failures and your faults, they stick with you. They glob into ugly, cancerous growths inside you and make you want to die.

Me? I had no dreams. No longings. Dreams only set you up for disappointment. Plus, you had to have a life to have dreams of a better life.

No one ever found out what was happening inside me. How the pain was eating me away. No one ever came to my rescue, or stood up for me.

What's the point of living if you don't belong anywhere?

What you see, isn't always what you get

Is that all I am? A friend?" "Of course not," I say. "I love you." "Am I the only one?" she asks. "Yes. Completely." First, last, and always.

Bombs have kill-radiuses

When women are supposed to be quiet, a talkative woman is a woman who talks at all.

You are one of a kind, one in a billion, an incredible unique individual. The problem is, so is everybody else.

Sometimes it's better to just be quiet, to not think of anything at all. Out of silence comes the greatest creativity.

You need to make sure everyone is healthy first and foremost.

Playing a superhero was an acting challenge for me. It was fun.

It's on the bucket list for sure to do a comedy film, even if it was just one line on the lot.

Our happiness depends on the habit of mind we cultivate. So practice happy thinking every day. Cultivate the merry heart, develop the happiness habit, and life will become a continual feast." ~

Listen: if I am a painter and I do your portrait, have I or haven't I the right to paint you as I want?

I base a lot of decisions on my gut, and going with an independent label was a good one.