This is 2003, 2004. And then I started - after the Patriot Act, I would always get my financial packages in the mail and they would just be opened. And it was like, what is going on here?
I can remember the moment when I suddenly felt that the camera was a living partner. I suddenly felt this is art, and the camera is a co-operative living person. After that I was extremely happy to act in films.
P. C. is just too Big Brother - telling me how I should act and feel.
I don't want to end up being a circus act, doing my most famous tricks when I'm 70.
Resistance at all cost is the most senseless act there is.
The truth is that, no matter what kind of game you find yourself in, no matter how good or bad the luck, you can change your life completely with a single thought or a single act of love
To stay quiet is as political an act as speaking out.
Act before you think - your instincts are more honest than your thoughts.
All the holy words you read and all the holy words you speak are as nothing if you do not act upon them. Even if you read little and say little but live the right way, forsaking craving, hatred and delusion, you will know the truth and find calmness and will show others the path.
It is always important in matters of high politics to know what you do not know. Those who think that they know, but are mistaken, and act upon their mistakes, are the most dangerous people to have in charge.
I act on impulse and I go with my instincts.
A writer will do anything to avoid the act of writing.
Design is really an act of communication, which means having a deep understanding of the person with whom the designer is communicating.
It's not enough to be compassionate. You must act.
Death can sneak up on you like a silent kitten, surprising you with its touch and you have a right to act surprised. Other times death stomps in the front door, unwanted and unannounced, and makes its noisy way to your seat on the sofa.
The act of language or the act of denying language carries its own heaviness.
I feel as if things are falling apart within me, like so many glass partitions shattering. I walk from place to place in the grip of a fury, needing to act, yet can do nothing about it because any attempt seems doomed in advance. Failure, everywhere failure. Only suicide hovers above me, gleaming and inaccessible.
I may be writing well, I may be writing poorly, but I enjoy the act of writing and sometimes when it turns out okay, I feel an elation that is incomparable.
Should I act violently in defense of my religion, absolutely.
If I'm bringing joy to people and entertaining people as an actor, then I should be grateful for that and act accordingly, you know?