Okay, uh, I'm lost. I'm angry. And I'm armed.

Captain, I think you have a problem with your brain being missing.

My soul is wrapped in harsh repose, Midnight descends in raven-colored clothes, But soft... behold! A sunlight beam Butting a swath of glimmering gleam. My heart expands, 'tis grown a bulge in it, Inspired by your beauty... Effulgent.

I loved the idea of a girl going into a dark alley, and a monster comes, and then she just aces him. It’s like, you want to see the tiny person suddenly take control. God, my whole career is basically about that!

Politics, glamor, fame - they're all mixed up together, and they always have been.

Sometimes people are layered like that. There's something totally different underneath than what's on the surface. But sometimes, there's a third, even deeper level, and that one is the same as the top surface one. Like with pie.

Write it. Shoot it. Publish it. Crochet it, sauté it, whatever. MAKE.