Sticking up for ourselves in the same way we would one of our friends is a hard but satisfying thing to do. Sometimes it works.

I am interested in people who swim in the deep end. I want to have conversations about real things with people who have experienced real things. I'm tired of talking about movies and gossiping about friends. Life is crunchy and complicated and all the more delicious.

We may all host ourselves to death, and if we're all dead who will host our funerals?

Symmetry is pleasing but not as sexy. Einstein is cool but Picasso knows what I'm talking about.

When you feel scared, hold someone's hand and look into their eyes. And when you feel brave, do the same thing. You are all here because you are smart. And you are brave. And if you add kindness and the ability to change a tire, you almost make up the perfect person.

I've said this before, that, when you're in school and you're the class clown, men are really good at making fun at other people and women are really good at making fun of themselves.

Only at the Golden Globes do the beautiful people of film rub shoulders with the rat-faced people in television.