Chekhov, When It's Done Well And You're

Honesty Is Not Synonymous With Truth.

Whenever I Wore It There Were Some Questions Whether The Outfit Was Just Too Over The Top. I'm Like, "do You Know Who You're Dealing With Here, And Her Eccentricities, Her Style, Her Flair?" These Little Things Were Sometimes Those - I Love It. I Love Having A Real-life Model. But I Also Do Flush It Out With My Own Personal Experiences And My Own Essence, And Hopefully They Mesh Together.

I Love To Be Surprised.

Editing Yourself Is Like An Irksome Coin Toss. You've Got To Strip Yourself Of Super Ego And Operate From The Id. Maybe I've Got My Freud Mixed Up. It's Just Hard To Trade A Beauty Shot For The Performance With Truth And A Brightly Lit Zit.

I Always Thought Uncle Vanya Could Be A Stoned Masterpiece.