“I love doing theater. That’s where my home is.”

My passion is doing movies, and as long as I keep doing that, I’ll be happy. I want to do movies, fun roles and dramatic ones. I love all of it.

I get to go to all these beautiful places, so it’s nice being able to take pictures of it.

I’m not good with catty girls. I’m too laid-back.

I have three closets in my bedroom.

Long-distance relationships are hard no matter what. When you don’t have face-to-face time, it’s just different.

That’s actually how my parents met. They were pen pals. My mom was in the Philippines and my father was in the States, and they wrote to each other. He went out to meet her, and they wed not too long after.

I try to live my life, do what I want, and just let everything else follow along.

Violence has been a part of films since the beginning of time. It’s been a form of entertainment.

My mum and I do cardio kickboxing classes together.

I try not to read the blogs or what people say about me. Because that’s what brings everybody down – no matter what you do, you’re always going to have haters.

I hope by the time I’m 30 to have a husband and maybe a baby.

Being cool is being your own self, not doing something that someone else is telling you to do.

I feel like acting is something I’ve been working towards longer. And it would be great to win a Grammy, of course, but for some reason, an Oscar speaks more to me.

I like someone who’s not afraid to be a kid!

My heart is closer to acting than singing. It’s always been that way.

I just love expanding my horizons and growing as an artist. The only way you get to do that is by doing something that scares you or takes you out of your comfort zone.

I always knew who I was and where I had come from. I was not looking for a home in other people’s lands.

Then I went back into the house and wrote, It is midnight. The rain is beating on the windows. It was not midnight. It was not raining.

Maybe water is not entirely lost when soaked into sand. Maybe it finds a better resting place to call home; and I hope she did too.

Going home must be like going to render an account.

Heaven did not seem to be my home; and I broke my heart with weeping to come back to earth; and the angels were so angry that they flung me out into the middle of the heath on the top of Wuthering Heights; where I woke sobbing for joy.

All I have in this world is a place that’s mine, a few good friends and a few good lines, a couple pairs of shoes that I love that shine and I walk in peace.

Some books are so familiar that reading them is like being home again.

They’re powerful, those songs. At times they’ve been my only way back, the only door out of the dark, bad places the black dog calls home.