We are all wonderful, beautiful wrecks. That's what connects us-that we're all broken, all beautifully imperfect.
We need to risk, we need to dare to risk and fail greatly because that's the only way we grow.
Film is an illusion. Fame is ephemeral. Faith and family are what endure.
People are beautiful wrecks.
All the crap that we've encumbered our lives with, it's really meaningless.
You don’t choose a life, dad. You live one.
We're all imperfect. And wouldn't it be great if the message sent out by the mainstream media is that we're fine being exactly who we are? Wouldn't that be great for everyone?
Writing is a lonely job, unless you're a drinker, in which case you always have a friend within reach.
Spiritually, we're all on a path. I haven't declared of defined myself because as soon as you declare yourself you're identifying with a certain dogma.