Actors are by nature volatile – alchemic creatures composed of incendiary elements, emotion and ego and envy. Heat them up, stir them together, and sometimes you get gold. Sometimes disaster.

Power doesn’t have to be a burden. If it’s too heavy ‘round your neck, keep it somewhere else. In a drawer. Under your bed.

If we limited loving to just the sane, undamaged people, the next generation would have about three people in it and presumably humanity would die out shortly afterward.

The past can be as difficult to imagine as the future.

Betrayals don’t cancel each other out. They just hurt more.

What is the use if everything just ends up shitty no matter what you do?

You can’t substitute material things for love or for gentleness or for tenderness or for a sense of comradeship.

We'll just have to try and make better mistakes tomorrow.