If I hadn't left Texas, I might not have met the director Terrence Malick, and I wouldn't have met my husband and I wouldn't have had the children that I've had. Life is interesting like that.
I am a bit in love with a new designer, George Hobeika; I have worn him a couple of times on the carpet. Ralph Lauren is another one I really have fun with.
I think the one lesson I have learned is that there is no substitute for paying attention.
I understand what it feels like not to like aspects of yourself. There have been times that I have felt really terrible about the way I look. I have the seed of that feeling.
I have no tattoos that I regret - I have had some that I have had changed according to how my life was.
I don't know if many people know this about me, but I have multiple sclerosis. So I don't have time for a lot of shades of gray. I don't have time for BS.
I used to be very controlling with visuals and editing, and I would pretty much craft the performances; now I have learned to trust the material and the actors.
I have learned silence from the talkative, toleration from the intolerant, and kindness from the unkind; yet, strange, I am ungrateful to those teachers.
I would have liked to do more big movies. And the reason I say that is not because I want to be a star, but what I would have liked to have done is reached a different audience with my work.
Looking back, I'm almost happy I lost that fight. Just imagine if I would have come back to Germany with a victory. I had nothing to do with the Nazis, but they would have given me a medal. After the war I might have been considered a war criminal.
To dream in doctrines, how tidy!
Dreams, the veins of the universe.
A Dream is a Wish Your Heart Makes
Books are best preserved in the minds of readers.
The key to happiness was achievable dreams.
Be careful what you wish for...
The hope of today is the dream of a brighter tomorrow.
To work with Ken Branagh was amazing; it was always a dream of mine to work with a man as creative and talented as that.
Popular art is the dream of society; it does not examine itself.
A dream uninterpreted is like a letter unread.
Half of sex is the dreaming
