I adore people who ask questions and who cause others to share in their search.

No one is truly doing very well. One surely isn't here to do well. Surely we have another purpose: Perhaps to know who one is, to know that which makes us suffer and that which causes suffering for others; maybe to love someone... Perfection is the ability to admit imperfection.

On the surface I look fragile and insecure; you have to know me very well.

I try to live the moment and not obey laws, rules, conventions, or norms; to react to a sensation, a feeling, or an emotion. You can't program emotion.

I had never even thought I'd be an actress - I was supposed to be a lawyer. But the motivation is the same: when you act, you defend a role; you have to be convincing. It's the same career.

To what purpose is it to be artificially happy on the surface?