It all started with the most basic level of Uta Hagen, right at the beginning. I'm like, 'Really? I came to grad school; I'm going to do the 'Respect for Acting'?' And I realized the importance of that, because it was really to just get you to get ri...
I did tons of theater in school, and then when I was 16 and got my driver's license, I started driving to Los Angeles, along with my friend Eric Stoltz, who was a year ahead of me and was doing the same thing. So we had the same manager, and we start...
I read everything I could find in English - Twain, Henry James, Hemingway, really everything. And then after a while I started writing shorter pieces in English, and one of them got published in a literary magazine and that's how it got started. Afte...
I was on Facebook. I was on MySpace. And somebody said to me, You should check out this thing called Twitter. I knew five people that were on it, so I started following those people and seeing what they were doing, and then I applied my own sensibili...
Children’s and YA books are about being brave and kind, about learning wisdom and love, about that journey into and through maturity that we all keep starting, and starting again, no matter how old we get. I think that’s why so many adults read Y...
The bemused Brigadier shook his head. "You and that TARDIS.
Reading is not life. Reading is creating life in your head.
If this is decaf, I'm going to pour it on your head.
There are more riddles in a stone than in a philosopher's head
Kill the body and the head will die.
Sorry, maybe this is the head injury talking, but … what?
If your heart is broken, do you have a phantom heart?
Design is about point of view, and there should be some sort of woman or lifestyle or attitude in one's head as a designer.
I understand Tea Partyers' anger with the system, but they are in way over their heads and often racially motivated, and I can't be part of that.
Stefan shook his head. , he thought.
A cold in the head in June is an immoral thing...
Thoughts. Thoughts bombard my head, my brain. My psyche
The sweetest sounds I'll ever hear are still inside my head.
Our evening-long tango of stares had my head spinning.
I do not expect old heads on young shoulders.
I feel less adrenaline in my body now, but more in my head. I tried to be at my best, and I succeeded.
