Actually, I never work in movies for money. I'm glad when I get well-paid, but it's not always the case - trust me.

I've always loved the idea of changing myself, wearing costumes and disguises. It takes you back to being a kid, to dressing up.

People pretend to be nice, people pretend to be smooth, and polite and everything, but this is only an appearance, because the way we're built as human beings is only in paradox and contradictions.

Perfection is not just about control, it is also about letting go.

Good guys need to be a little dirty otherwise they're just boring.

The only person standing in your way is you.

You can't escape from what you are.

I always had the sense of being in the spotlight, being on stage, being looked at.

I'm more attracted to the bad guys. Why? Because in real life, I don't know any good guys. I know okay guys. I know polite guys. I know people who can control themselves.

People look up to Jacques Mesrine as if he were a Robin Hood, stealing from the rich, but he never gave anything back to anybody.

I don't really shop any more. I only do it when I have to. I think it is very overrated.

The way to peace, harmony and balance for the planet is through the loving kindness of each individual heart.

Liberate yourself from unconstructive beliefs forced upon you by others for imprisonment sake. Allow into this space a new-fangled reality which warrant viewpoints increasing a new understanding.

You see there's no real ending, it's only the beginning, come out and play.

Because it appears to me a hazardous thing to exchange my soul for my shadow.

Whenever I've chosen a song because it's clever, it's always turned out to be a mistake.

I think rock & roll has prepared me for a lot of flexibility.

In lower levels things are dark, gray, experiences are shallow. You become alienated from those around you.

So people will come along and do new things and sometimes return to the spirit of an earlier age.

For love ... is the blood of life, the power of reunion in the separated.

How indestructibly the good grows, and propagates itself, even among the weedy entanglements of evil.