“Breathe and don’t try to be perfect.”

I’m very much an admirer of people who are reaching for things and trying to survive.

Men don’t pay you for sex, they pay you to leave after sex.

Whatever you do in life, don’t give up on your own dreams.

~My instinct is to protect my children from pain. But adversity is often the thing that gives us character and backbone. It’s always been a struggle for me to back off and let my children go through difficult experiences.~

If you take care of the woman in the family, the whole family prospers. But when the mother falters, the family falls apart.

The journey of life – we all go through it: You have love, you lose love, you find new love. To have love again is a beautiful thing.

I think each role takes a little from you and circles around you for the rest of your life. I don’t think you ever abandon any of them.

Don’t you worry about a thing, my darling. You live your life.

I just have a desire not to judge and view things compassionately.

Now my ability to notice things and respond to things and be here is far more profound. With that comes happiness, with it comes sadness, but it’s a beautiful life.

I suppose expectations are strange and I shy away from them. And the whole point of being an actor is to connect.

Part of our job as human beings is to share our knowledge and share the things we’ve learned. So we can either save people from making the same mistakes, or give them hope.

I refuse to let what happened to me make me bitter.

An actor who’s a control freak, that doesn’t work. We have to be malleable. We cannot come in and try to control or dominate.

That goes against what I believe morally. That’s adultery, and if I’m accused of that, no, that’s not right. I have two kids who see that and remember that and judge me. It didn’t happen, and it’s not to be reported that way.

Forget the past. You can never predict what the future is going to be. Live for the moment.

I never go to funerals. To me a person is dead when he breathes for the last time. After that, your memories should be personal.

Success is my breathing space. I brought it on myself. I will price it, I will cash it, I can take it or leave it. Loneliness is my hiding place, breastfeeding myself. What more can I say? I have swallowed the bitter pill, I can taste it. Life is real.

Do friends really long to breathe the air of the other?

The last time I felt alive – I was looking into your eyes. Breathing your air, touching your skin, saying goodbye. The last time I felt alive, I was dying.

Makes you wonder. When I left St. Louis, I was making five dollars a night. Now I’m getting $5,000 a week — for saying the same things out loud I used to say under my breath.

The truth is always an abyss. One must — as in a swimming pool — dare to dive from the quivering springboard of trivial everyday experience and sink into the depths, in order to later rise again — laughing and fighting for breath — to the now doubly illuminated surface of things.

I’m drowning. And the air is nowhere to be found. Yet I pretend to breathe anyway.

I have hardly anything in common with myself and should stand very quietly in a corner, content that I can breathe.