[Interviewer: "What was it like to be defined by being beautiful?"]
Connelly: "It's uncomfortable to talk about - there's no way to come off right! If you say you are beautiful, you sound obnoxious, and if you deny it, doesn't that sound obnoxious?"
Telling myself that the good things that are happening to me are part luck and mostly earned. It's not a cosmic trick meant to set up my expectations for my eventual fall. The cosmos is unconcerned with such things, and even if it was, fuck it, take the good, spit at the bad.