“Any time you end a relationship, and everyone has ended plenty in their life, it’s always a tough thing and hard to get over.”

I don’t know anyone who’s going to see Grind 22 times in the theater. My mom. Some kid who has short-term memory loss and forgot that he’s seen it.

I’ve had to fight for roles and I’ve lost a hundred roles, but ‘Smoking’ and ‘Smith’ were phone calls. That’s the dream.

I always knew I was going to die in space.

I love movie-making. I’m interested in writing and directing, and I’ve dabbled, but I haven’t done anything I care to brag about. Yet.

I’m a fake intellectual.

I feel like Hollywood is a big high school again. Seriously, Ashton Kutcher is the prom king.

I always enjoyed movies and in hindsight I realise how captivating they were to me.

I like an interesting movie even if it’s controversial or offensive, depending on your taste.

I just want to be in good things that I want to see, and I want to work with talented people who are smarter than myself.

There’s no conversation more boring than talking about what it’s really like to live in Newport and how the show compares to the real thing. I just don’t care.

If I don’t direct a movie at some point, I’ve failed personally.

It’s bad writing, however naturalistic it’s written, that’s where you have to do your best acting.

My best jokes are so cheap. All I do is say things sarcastically.

I worry that I can come off smarmy. I wonder if I was listening to myself if I’d want to kick my own ass.

Really, as long as I am working and have diversity, I am happy.

And in a world without heroes, as the movie trailer voice-over guy might say, the slightly awkward can be slightly cool.

I ended up having a kid very young, and it put things in perspective.

Suddenly we had become these people who didn’t drink anything but kale, who ended many of our conversations with tears, and for whom no future was guaranteed. It was kind of funny.

At long last, the battle has ended! And thus, Ghana, your beloved country is free forever!

It began in images and it ended in symbolism.

The Madiba song may have ended, but its melody lingers on.

I thought the world had actually ended. I thought nothing good could ever happen again.

Today the guns are silent. A great tragedy has ended. A great victory has been won. The skies no longer rain with death – the seas bear only commerce – men everywhere walk upright in the sunlight.

I would be surprised if my girls ended up as women without grit. I really would.