Every child's birthright is a happy home.
I'm always talking to people. It's not that complicated. I just find somebody and say, "Do you have any ideas. " If they do, we just start thinking things around.
I feel like everybody's waiting for a job y'know, you can make a movie on your phone. And so there really is no reason to worry about how to get in with people- and you can do that, there's a lot to learn working for people -but you can just make a movie, where in the old days that was completely impossible.
There's something honorable about holding out for love and not breaking up for the sake of the baby. I see people get divorced, and there is a part of me that thinks, I wonder how hard they tried?
I wanted to see how funny I could be without making the choice that every 10 minutes something big and visual had to happen.
Even now if I see someone working out, in great shape, like a 40-year-old guy with his shirt off jogging I always think, "Look at that idiot. " That's why everyone in my movie is kind of goofy because I'm a champion of the goofball. What sucks is I have to work out now not to die. I was always happy not working out because I never wanted to be someone who worked out to look good, but now I have to try to not die, which is such a drag.
All of my jokes were about not being able to meet anybody. I didn't have any insight into anything - even my own insecurities.
Next to genius is the power of feeling where true genius lies.
Love never gives in or up, holding tight to lofty ideals that transcend this earth and time, while its counterfeit simply concludes it was mistaken and quickly runs off to find the next real thing.
One Dad I know uses what I call Post-It® Note therapy on his children. He leaves sticky Post-It Notes everywhere. . . in their lunch box, inside their shoes, on top of their sandwich before he wraps it up. He once went into his daughter's room, looking for his hammer, and on the back of her bedroom door were every Post-It Note he'd ever given her - over 250 in all with simple messages like 'Great job'. . . 'I love you'. . . or 'You're special to me. ' Do you think that girl knew, without a doubt, that her Dad valued her and loved her?
I am not born to just become an actor