I'm not a perfectionist at all. I find perfectionists boring because the real creative heart is in the mess somewhere.

All those clean, fresh starts had made me forget what it was like, until now, to be messy and honest and out of control. To be real.

Peru, Peru. My heart's lighthouse.

There's no real side to be on because I think it was a mess.

When I told my parents I wanted to be an actor, it was like saying I wanted to be an astronaut. Not because it was highfalutin' in any way - just because they didn't know anybody in that field. They were anxious of a profession they knew nothing about.

The real romantics are the boring ones - they let another heart bore a hole deep into theirs.