Honestly I've enjoyed every part that I've done. Literally. Every one.
I don't regret anything that I've turned down, and I don't regret anything that I've done, really.
I think some people see me as being some kind of lovable, bumbling buffoon, and I'm actually quite mouthy and sharp, and that doesn't compute.
I don't describe myself as a sociable person now. I can be quite. . . you know. . . grumpy? Is that a word? I guess I can be a bit grumpy.
Someone once pulled me aside and said it was all right to succeed, and I realised that I knew what failure felt like, but I didn't know what success felt like. I've carried that with me ever since.
Even though I didn't write 'Shaun Of The Dead' and 'Hot Fuzz,' I never felt left out of the creative process.
It's nice to have someone write a couture character for you.
Rochelle," she calls out, still looking at me. "Is there anyone down at the desk? I need something. " I'm too startled to move. Is she going to tell on me, get me in trouble? Rochelle's gotten up; she's banging the toilet stall doors open one by one, checking to make sure no one's in there. When the last stall turns up empty, she gives Amanda an annoyed look. "What do you need this time of night?" Amanda smiles at me, then turns to face Rochelle. "A tampon
I will sit here but an hour or two, then leave. " I yawn. "So very long as that?" When he answers, there is a wry note in his voice. "I do have my reputation to protect.
The right to life is the first among human rights.
Sir, I shall not defeat you - I shall transcend you.