I have a lot of great distractions outside of acting.
You cannot pray them out of hell.
My favorite thing about New York is the people, because I think they’re misunderstood. I don’t think people realize how kind New York people are.
And even if we win, if we win, HAH! Even if we win! Even if we play so far above our heads that our noses bleed for a week to ten days; even if God in Heaven above comes down and points his hand at our side of the field; even if every man woman and child held hands together and prayed for us to win, it just wouldn't matter because all the really good looking girls would still go out with the guys from Mohawk because they've got all the money! It just doesn't matter if we win or we lose. IT JUST DOESN'T MATTER! It just doesn't matter! It just doesn't matter!
I would jump into the middle of the street and say, "excuse me, there's a Mercedes that's got to get through here. " And I would push people out of the way, "get out of the way! Let him through!" Smacking their cars and stuff. Just like, "whack" and you just jump into it.
People usually go through a bad period when they first get successful. You're new and you're hot and things go wrong.
No one really wants to admit they are lonely, and it is never really addressed very much between friends and family. But I have felt lonely many times in my life.
To infinite, ever present Love, all is Love, and there is no error, no sin sickness, nor death.
If Los Angeles is a woman reclining billboard model with collagen-puffed lips and silicone-inflated breasts, a woman in a magenta convertible with heart-shaped sunglasses and cotton candy hair; if Los Angeles is this woman, then the San Fernando Valley is her teenybopper sister. The teenybopper sister snaps bug stretchy pink bubbles over her tongue and checks her lipgloss in the rearview mirror,. . . Teeny plays the radio too loud and bites her nails, wondering if the glitter polish will poison her.
They say there were birds who used to soar through the skies like planes. It seems strange that a small animal could achieve anything as complex as human engineering, but the possibility is too enticing to ignore.
The trees that are slow to grow bear the best fruit.