Everything Works Out The Way The Universe

I Realised That Conforming Didn't Accomplish Anything. Do Your Own Thing. As Long As You Learn That, You're Cool.

I Can't Cry On Demand. I Need To Feel What I'm Feeling. I Can't Just Say, 'give Me A Moment' And Then Cry.

I Realize That Once I Stopped Fighting The Technical Process Of How To Move My Body, I Made It Choreography.

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.

There's Something Sexy About A Gut. Not A 400-pound Beer Gut, But A Little Paunch. I Love That.