A boy can be two, three, four potential people, but a man is only one. He murders the others.
Writing is mentally stimulating; it's like a puzzle that makes you think all the time.
I'm not the sexiest thing in the world, I feel actors who have to 'play' sexy lose all their sex appeal. When they start with the tongue and the heavy lids, it looks so ridiculous. I think you just have to be yourself.
I wouldn't say our relationship is always smooth sailing. In a fun sort of way, this publicizing of some feud has brought us closer together. I think it had to do with shooting an episode last season at a school. The students swarmed around him, and I'm walking along and feeling like yesterday's lunch. I was saying that was hard to deal with sometimes and he said, "Stephanie, you can go for it! All you have to do is play sexy. " It was a nice chat, but the tabloids took it and made it out that I was jealous. I'm not jealous.
If I've learned one thing in life, it's you can never go back.
I will never get married to the head of General Motors. I will never be the wife of a superstar. For those women, their lives are somebody else's. I will never be a Mrs. Blabidyblah!
I really enjoyed being a blonde. Men were more friendly and flirtatious. My face looked more worldly. It took the innocence away. It could be the new me.
I learned that we can do anything, but we can't do everything. . . at least not at the same time. So think of your priorities not in terms of what activities you do, but when you do them. Timing is everything.
Justice is the one thing you should always find.
A man's style should be like his dress. It should be as unobtrusive and should attract as little attention as possible.
He had never liked October. Ever since he had first lay in the autumn leaves before his grandmother's house many years ago and heard the wind and saw the empty trees. It had made him cry, without a reason. And a little of that sadness returned each year to him. It always went away with spring. But, it was a little different tonight. There was a feeling of autumn coming to last a million years. There would be no spring. ("The October Game")