When you kill a man, you steal a life. You steal his wife’s right to a husband, rob his children of a father. When you tell a lie, you steal someone’s right to the truth. When you cheat, you steal the right to fairness.
Lies are neither bad nor good. Like a fire they can either keep you warm or burn you to death, depending on how they’re used.
With any part you play, there is a certain amount of yourself in it. There has to be, otherwise it’s just not acting. It’s lying
These expressions are universal. Emotion looks the same whether you’re a suburban housewife or a suicide bomber. The truth is written on all our faces.