Quotes About Transition

If I go to Hollywood, I will have to start all over again - which is fine and makes me humble.

Going from a situation where you're the best player on the court every time to the fourth-best player in your position, it humbled me.

It's very humbling to move around from team to team. It shows how fast you can be out of the loop.

It's a liminal thing, humming, And I'm always interested in liminal things.

I'm one hundred percent into my life, and into my fighting career. This is who I want to be in the future - as a mother - and if I'm going to leave the sport, I leave the sport. When I finish with fighting, I'm done.

I probably hung on for a couple of years too long on 'Scary Go Round.' I knew I had lost some of my enthusiasm for the characters and the setup, but I wasn't sure what to do next.

I never wanted to be one of those guys who hung on too long.

When my father was born, it was part of the Austro-Hungarian empire. When I was born, it was Lithuania. When I left, it was Hungary. It is difficult to say where I come from.

I got out of the business when I got out. The hunger was out of my system.

Before the Roy Jones fight, I knew I was going to retire because I couldn't train, my hands had gone, and the hunger had gone.

I feel like once you start to tell yourself that it's your last year, you kind of aren't as sharp and lose some attention, drive and hunger.

It's weird because I've grown up a lot after filming the first 'Hunger Games' movie. Growing up with a character is really interesting because you feel like you have this connection with the role.

The self is only a threshold, a door, a becoming between two multiplicities.

Like walking through a door. Our relationship immediately attained a sepia tone: the past.

Everyone has a moment where life goes off the rails.

It's so strange to think: A year ago today, I was undoing my husband. Now I am almost done reassembling him.

And it's so far beyond fine that you know you can never go back to fine. That fast. You think: Oh, here is the rest of my life. It's finally arrived.

Writers (my kind of writers: aspiring novelists, ruminative thinkers, people whose brains don't work quick enough to blog or link or tweet, basically old, stubborn blowhards) were through. We were like women's hat makers or buggy-whip manufacturers: Our time was done.

You think: Oh, here is the rest of my life. It's finally arrived.

My life has begun to feel like an epilogue.

I simply assumed I would bundle up my New York wife with her New York interests, her New York pride, and remove her from her New York parents—leave the frantic, thrilling futureland of Manhattan behind—and transplant her to a little town on the river in Missouri, and all would be fine.

a time when newly graduated college kids could come to New York and get paid to write. We had no clue that we were embarking on careers that would vanish within a decade.

We had no clue that we were embarking on careers that would vanish within a decade.

My parents' cherished heirloom looks ridiculous in the new house. But then all our New York stuff does. Our dignified elephant of a chesterfield with its matching baby ottoman sits in the living room looking stunned, as if it got sleep-darted in its natural environment and woke up in this strange new captivity, surrounded by faux-posh carpet and synthetic wood and unveined walls. I do miss our old place –