“People generally express more in between their sentences when they’re not speaking. Words are usually there to disguise who someone is or what they’re feeling.”

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

I’ve never had high expectations of my work and I certainly am not going to let that plague my thoughts. I’m just going to continue to choose what feels right for me at the time and go with it.

I’m shy. People get confused. They think as an actor you can get up and be confident on the screen. Why aren’t you like this in normal life? Why can’t you act in your social life? ‘Because I can’t!’

I believe acting truly is harnessing the power of belief.

A little fight in you. I like that.

I wasn’t going to have fun doing a teen movie again.

The Australian sense of humor is very dry, sarcastic, and very undercover. Like if I tell any jokes in America, people just think I’m serious! So I just quit telling any jokes whatsoever.

It’s odd, that’s why I don’t like telling people I played field hockey. It’s real big in Australia for guys. But I say I played in America, and everybody goes, ‘Oh, you girl!’

May I ask your name, my lady? Or perhaps angels have no names, only beautiful faces.

I feel like I’ve never been in a film that people have liked before.

But the paparazzi are quite malicious and vocal and really rude, … And they camped outside of my house, so I started throwing eggs at them, lobbing them at rocks next to them.

It’s like anything in life, visualizing the old man you’re going to become: As long as you have a clear picture of that – the life you want to lead – eventually you’ll probably get there.

Does it depress you? To know just how alone you really are?

I’m not a big fan of western movies and I really don’t like cowboy-indian movies. I have never watched them.

You see, in their last moments people show you who they really are.

My mom and my dad never pushed me into performing. They never prohibited me from trying anything, or being anything. They never restricted me in any way. For which I’ll be forever grateful.

Part of me wonders if this is a suicide mission disguised as a game.

Evil would always come to me disguised in systems and dignified by law.

Hidden in disguise, leaking out in a variety of symptoms. It is the wellspring of many of our worries, stresses, and conflicts.

However you disguise novels, they are always biographies.

Maybe it’s God disguised as Michael Jordan.

He gives you illusion that has the appearance of truth. I give you truth in the pleasant disguise of illusion.

I would go swaggering into restaurants in some ridiculous tramp disguise, challenging them to mistreat me, order the things I was least likely to enjoy, then hurl my plate aside in a fury and demand to see the manager.

There is no disguise which can hide love for long where it exists, or simulate it where it does not.