The Old Vic is a beautiful theater to work in. It's quite a large house, but it has a feeling of intimacy.
I have an old saying that the harder I work, the luckier I get.
There's no one way to be creative. Any old way will work.
Nobody else knew what to do with me because big women are old.
To a philosopher all news, as it is called, is gossip, and they who edit and read it are old women over their tea.
I look to women who epitomize old Hollywood glamour, like Rita Hayworth.
Women being pitted each other another in Hollywood is an old tactic, but it's not real at all.
I don't usually get to play sophisticated women. I usually do the old scrubs, chavs or slappers.
The old saying that war is a racket has taken on an even more shameful meaning.
Rapid change, accommodating it can be one of the great human capacities. But living through it can be the stuff of stress and often suffering.
London was so rich, and also so green, and somehow so detailed: full of stuff that had been made, and bought, and placed, and groomed, and shaped, and washed clean, and put on display as if the whole city was for sale.
I am always saying "Glad to've met you" to somebody I'm not at all glad I met. If you want to stay alive, you have to say that stuff, though.
There’s a fine line between child-like – learning as a child does, the natural way we learn most stuff – and being child-ish.
We used to do coke, till "Just Say No" put the stuff out of reach. Now it's crank. Meth. The monster. It's a bitch on the body, but damn do you fly.
I was hoping they'd put up flyers like they do for lost cats," he said. "Missing, one stunningly attractive teenage boy. Answers to 'Jace' or 'Hot Stuff.
Jocko likes salty, Jocko likes sweet, but never bring Jocko any hot sauce, like with jalapenos, because it makes Jocko squirt funny-smelling stuff out his ears.
You don’t pack what you need; you pack what you think you will probably need, taking into account each and every possibility, and then add some more stuff…just in case.
It's crazy, how similar we are. Here's both of us, working through our stuff, trying to make something positive out of something really bad.
When I look back on the stuff I used to wear, I wonder why somebody didn't try to stop me. Just a friendly warning, "You may regret this," would have been fine.
Forgiveness isn’t my best thing. Easier staying pissed. But I’m tired of being pissed all the time. Tired of feeling hurt by stuff that can never be fixed because it is an indelible part of the past.
Racism, Dr. Sam. I worry for my kids about racism. Racism doesn't appear to take holidays or time off. What can I do about this stuff?
