There are a lot of things that are personally uncomfortable to show especially me without makeup and completely bloated or crying. But I've realized that it's time for me to show my audience that you don't have to be perfect to achieve your dreams. Because nobody relates to being perfect.

My dreams were all my own I accounted for them to nobody they were my refuge when annoyed - my dearest pleasure when free.

For two years nobody talked about anything other than the name arrangement. There was no fund-raising and no progress being made on construction and design.

People tell you the world looks a certain way. Parents tell you how to think. Schools tell you how to think. TV. Religion. And then at a certain point if you're lucky you realize you can make up your own mind. Nobody sets the rules but you. You can design your own life.

Nobody with an IQ higher than emergency-room temperature could ever believe that 'death panels' would be appointed to nudge the elderly toward euthanasia. Yet for idle entertainment it's hard to beat Sarah Palin's ignorant nattering on the subject.

I was not encouraged to follow the career of a writer because my parents thought that I was going to starve to death. They thought nobody can make a living from being a writer in Brazil. They were not wrong.

Everybody always wants to rebel against their parents' music but nobody listened to music louder than my dad.

My mother is Italian and my dad's Irish. In my family we're expressive. Nobody holds back.

Whenever I'm in theatre situations I will go out of my way not to talk about my father but in the film world I can be really proud of my family and say 'You know what: my dad's a really really famous theatre director ' because nobody has any idea.

My dad had this rock hard body and would work 12- to 13-hour days. The guys he worked with were scrap-iron guys. Nobody on that road crew had read a book in 10 years but there was something about the way they lived I really admired.