The show tune I can never get out of my head is 'Oh, What A Beautiful Morning' from 'Oklahoma!' I don't know why.
You were up at 5 o'clock in the morning, and then you'd ride in a caravan, because we didn't have big movie trucks or trailers that is the hardware of a movie camp.
Your body tells you what it needs, and if you sleep past your alarm on a Saturday morning, it's probably because you need the sleep.
I go to the gym in the morning without any makeup on. Sorry, guys, if you think I'm ugly, but I don't know anybody who goes to the gym with makeup on.
The thing with me is, if I wake up one morning and I'm not happy working as an actress, I'll stop. It's not something I have to do. It's not a vocation.
I am putting every effort toward creating my works from morning till night on every single day.
I think my mom drove by a nuclear power plant when she was pregnant. But I wouldn't be in 'The Station Agent' if she hadn't.
A snowball is simple, direct and familiar to most of us. I use this simplicity as a container for feelings and ideas that function on many levels.
I've always felt that if one was going to take seriously this vocation as an artist, you have to get beyond that decorative facade.
I believe in empty spaces; they're the most wonderful thing.
I am against the idea of the end, that everything culminates in paradise or judgment.
We are the only state that does not have a State Film Corporation there to support the commercial industry.
Being an artist means forever healing your own wounds and at the same time endlessly exposing them.
Will it make me something? Will I be something? Am I something? And the answer comes, already am, always was, and I still have time to be
For me, it is OK as long as I can breathe, as long as my heart is pumping, as long as I can express myself.
Forgotten was presented to me by the drama department at LWT as a concept and I found it immediately intriguing and very powerful. I was completely led by the power of the piece and its dramatic potential.
You come to nature with all her theories, and she knocks them all flat.
It's not that the creative act and the critical act are simultaneous. It's more like you blurt something out and then analyze it.
It is better to be high-spirited even though one makes more mistakes, than to be narrow-minded and all too prudent.
The fishermen know that the sea is dangerous and the storm terrible, but they have never found these dangers sufficient reason for remaining ashore.
A great fire burns within me, but no one stops to warm themselves at it, and passers-by only see a wisp of smoke
