I've made mistakes, and I know why I made them, but I made that choice. Nobody's ever made a choice for me.

I consider myself sort of like a pseudo lawyer. Like, I'm convinced I can solve every case and argue my way.

Whoever established the high road, and how high it should be, should be fired.

I can't selfishly take journeys anymore because I have to take a little boy along with me.

The costume designer designing clothes that helped the comedy in The Proposal, that sold the character. Each and every detail was so perfectly thought of, what wouldn't be here? That's a lost art.

I don’t think there’s ever what could be called a "chilled state" in my head.

I've been trying to find the word that says what I need to be in life. 'Brave' is the only word. It's the only thing that I ask myself to be.