“I think the most common cause of insomnia is simple; its loneliness.”

When I first started acting, I was just crap.

If you spend all day on horseback, and you hop off, you walk around like you still have a horse between your legs. And it affects your shoulders. They fall.

I like to set up obstacles and defeat them.

The reason that you dance and sing is to make the audience feel like they’re dancing and singing. As long as you’re having fun with it and giving it 100 percent, they’re gonna feel that.

I never want to feel like I’ve achieved my goal. It’s like Chinese farmers. They never admit that it’s a good season. They feel like they’ll be punished.

I generally don’t think most situations can be labeled as black or white.

It’s kind of a rule of thumb for me to self-doubt going into any kind of project. I always think that I shouldn’t be doing it and I don’t know how to do it and I’m going to fail and that I fooled them. I always try to find a way out.

If you are just safe about the choices you make, you don’t grow.

The Oscars are a really strange concept to me, that films and acting can be competing against each other. We’re not running the same race. It’s like we’re all doing different sports in fact.

In order not to hold a frame with someone, you have to be intimidated by them.

I thought, I need to be more cautious about my choices – it reflects on who I am.

I believe that whatever doesn’t kill you, simply makes you stronger.

I only do this because I’m having fun. The day I stop having fun, I’ll just walk away.

I have a lot of great distractions outside of acting.

I feel like I’m wasting time if I repeat myself.

In my opinion, New York City police officers are brave.

The individual has always had to struggle to keep from being overwhelmed by the tribe. If you try it, you will be lonely often, and sometimes frightened. But no price is too high to pay for the privilege of owning yourself.

Lone women, like to empty houses, perish.

The lonely willow slowly withering away, until you walked into its unfortunate meadow flowers miraculously emerge heavenly features surge.

Some of us are afraid of dying; others of human loneliness. Profane was afraid of land or seascapes like this, where nothing else lived but himself.

Who knows what true loneliness is – not the conventional word but the naked terror? To the lonely themselves it wears a mask. The most miserable outcast hugs some memory or some illusion.

Remember her hair in the morning before it was pinned, black, rampant, savage with loveliness. As if she slept in perpetual storm.

Loneliness is emptiness, but happiness is you.

Loneliness is the first thing which God’s eye named not good.