In recompense, envy may be the subtlest - perhaps I should say the most insidious - of the seven deadly sins.
I'm not confident around compliments or being celebrated, and I'm not comfortable with the thought of envy, which some people thrive on.
Yeah, I think when you don't make it to the playoffs and you're watching those games, I think there's envy in every game you watch.
But if you look at Victoria's Secret models, honestly, young girls don't necessarily look up to them for the healthiest reasons. It's more about the envy, the desire to look aesthetically best: it's an unattainable, elitist mindset.
I'm not confident around compliments or being celebrated, and I'm not comfortable with the thought of envy, which some people thrive on.
Certainly, you envy the guys that have done all kinds of things, a variety of good scripts and good directors. Then again, having worked with Cassavetes has satisfied a big part of that.
Honestly, I envy painters, who can have a masterpiece in one morning. Or musicians, who can write something in 30 minutes and arrange it in an hour, sometimes. 'Cause with this, with writing, you can occasionally feel like a caveman, like you've been working with pitch and tar on this brush.
We need criminals to identify ourselves with, to secretly envy and to stoutly punish. They do for us the forbidden, illegal things we wish to do.