Acting may be how I've made my living, but music has always been my passion.

Fame is an odd thing. It bugs you a little bit, but it's really not bad.

I was a pretty disruptive student in class in school. I had a hard time paying attention. I had what they call A.D.D. now, back then I was just a hyper kid.

I'll be a little bummed out if I make it to my 70s and didn't have a kid. I have two dogs and I know how much I love them. I would like to love and raise a kid.

I discovered that I act because I really love to act. I don't act because maybe it will get me a magazine cover or that I can get on a talk show.

I'm sick of playing romantic leads.

I thought if I wanted people to take me seriously, I needed to act serious and not reveal too much of my private life so people could seriously accept me in different things.

I feel like a visitor just about everywhere.

I don't want to slam the cute and fun movies out there, but it gets old.

Look, I've done some low-budget movies and I've done some big-budget movies, and the big-budget movies were always kind of disorganized.

I actually got hurt in a steel factory in 1985 and so that changed my life. I went to a junior college and that's where I discovered acting.

And in a way I have always thought that words are alive a little, for they can whisper sweet nothings and roar dragon flame with equal efficiency.

There comes a point in your life when you become stark raving insane, commit suicide or become a mystic.

That's what I wanted for myself for even just a little while-to be unaware of the rest of the world. I needed some time.

Our economy is the result of millions of decisions we all make every day about producing, earning, saving, investing, and spending.

In the same way that men wear ties to add personality to their clothing, so too should women wear their accessories.

Too busy thinking about my baby and I ain't got time for nothing else.

It is not science that has destroyed the world, despite all the gloomy forebodings of the earlier prophets. It is man who has destroyed man.

A grave, wherever found, preaches a short and pithy sermon to the soul.

Present opportunities are neglected, and attainable good is slighted, by minds busied in extensive ranges and intent upon future advantages.

It is a strange trade that of advocacy. Your intellect, your highest heavenly gift is hung up in the shop window like a loaded pistol for sale.