I love things that are old and beautiful and tell a story, even if it's a sad one.

I just came in this morning with one goal; to make it back tonight, so I'm very excited for the final.

Grief is like a moving river, so that's what I mean by it's always changing. It's a strange thing to say because I'm at heart an optimistic person, but I would say in some ways it just gets worse. It's just that the more time that passes, the more you miss someone.

There was a weird, innate kind of understanding between me and Christina (Ricci). A psychic told us we were sisters in a past life.

I've come to learn that the choices I labor over and go back and forth about and ask a million people for their opinions and make lists about those are always the wrong choices.

I find that each job that I do, the thing that gets me there is when I'm not smarter than it, when I don't know instantly how that thing is made. Because if I do, then it's boring. Or it would be simple.

I don't know what my version of a relationship or marriage is yet, because the typical model seems a little broken to me.