“The worst reaction someone can have is, “eh.””

My main goal as an actor, with my craft or whatever poncy way you want to say it, is to always take the audience with me.

The most important thing to me is my work, and reaching people through my work.

You can be born with a title, but not respect. You have to earn that.

It’s so important to me. It’s my passion.

I don’t really watch a lot of TV, to be honest. I’m more of a movie girl, or I Netflix stuff.

A bit of a crisis of faith, I suppose.

I want to touch people’s lives, and bring them along with me.

Nobody wants to watch perfect people.

I love it when you like a character, and then she does something you don’t like

Just being an actor is extremely bizarre, but I wouldn’t have it any other way.

Auditioning is extremely bizarre.

And you hate her for a while – then you love her again.

I’d like to see her have unlikable moments that the audience understands and sympathizes with.

To make them feel for me, or to make them hate me, I want a reaction. I want their emotions.

I did some soul-searching, took a break and decided I was going to live my life only for me.

I had a moment a few years ago where I wasn’t sure if I was acting for myself or because people expected it of me.

Such words as ‘God’ and ‘Death’ and ‘Suffering’ and ‘Eternity’ are best forgotten. We have to become as simple and as wordless as the growing corn or the falling rain. We must just be.

A great nose may be an index Of a great soul.

Skeptics would rather, even at their own expense, appear to be right than take the risk of trusting.

After each creative act one has to be sustained by one’s strength of character, by a moral sense, by I don’t know what, lest one tumble.

Or holds them of no account in the estimate of his origin and place in the created world.

Though God alone never tastes woe, Yet that man is happy, and poets sing of him, Who conquers with hand or swift foot And wins the greatest of prizes By steadfastness and strength.

I have only a small flickering light to guide me in the darkness of a thick forest. Up comes a theologian and blows it out.

I imagine a soul is a little perfect crystal egg floating in your chest.