Why I love acting is that it's totally subjective and I like that. I like that.

Acting is not about being famous, it's about exploring the human soul.

If you're an actor, you have to find a way to make peace with all the media attention.

I am really looking forward as I get older and older, to being less and less nice.

I still remember the five points of salesmanship: attention, interest, conviction, desire and close.

We want to be seen for who we really are, and each person has his own complex story and reasons for doing what they do.

I love watching people listen. And on film often some of the best moments if you think about favorite moments on film, often the person isn't even talking.

Oh, honey, I'm from Oklahoma! This is who I am - middle-class all the way!

Some people say talent is energy and that's a very interesting way of thinking about it. In other words, people with talent have a lot of energy.

We're not all evil or all good, and we all make mistakes to one degree or another.

Things either become unclear in a story or they're just ambiguous with no real point. So defined gray area with clarity that also works in the narrative, that's tricky.

One word frees us of all the weight and pain of life:That word is love.

Don’t try to fly if you are worry about landing on the earth.

For peace of mind, I will lie about any thing at any time.

Living in New York, you get a lot of confidence; when I go back to Michigan, I realise how obnoxious and demanding and straightforward I am.

If I hadn't been a determined person I wouldn't have succeeded in life.

I don't miss it. I'm glad it happened, but I don't miss it.

For to pretend that men may live habitually sinful lives without any attempt by the Spirit to mortify sin in them, nor with any desire for repentance, is to deny the Christian religion.

A crafty nightrunner died of late, And found himself at Bilairy’s Gate. He stood outside and refused to knock Because he meant to pick the lock.

Not all of those to whom we do good love us, neither do all those to whom we do evil hate us.

Let the enemy rage at the gate; let him knock, pound, scream, howl; let him do his worst. We know for certain that he cannot enter our soul except by the door of our consent.