Nothing ever comes to an end. Wherever one has sunk roots that emanate from one's best or truest self, one will always find a home.

The Summer Book is beautiful and warm, with the kind of wisdom we can adapt to our everyday lives.

I think of all the choices I never knew. And those I let be made for me - to please, from fear, for love. Where did they disappear to, those choices that I never made? They are all part of who I am. They are the legacy I leave behind, they are the finished portrait of myself I cannot change.

It is only the untalented director who imagines him or herself in every part, wants his or her own thoughts and emotions portrayed; it is only the untalented who make their own limitations those of the actors as well.

The fear inside of loneliness: That only what others have is real.

I consider myself a realist who wants to stand up for women's voices, not when they try to be the same, but when they stand up for who we are and what we see and how important it is that our voice is heard.

What I have always loved most in men is imperfection.