And to those who would choose the safety of inaction over the danger of taking a stand, I have this to say:You bloody cowards. May you have the world that you deserve.

I guess in the end, it doesn’t matter what we wanted. What matters is what we chose to do with the things we had.

I just find it interesting that kids apparently used to cry when Bambi's mother died. George and I both held our breaths, and then cheered when she didn't reanimate and try to eat her son.

When the corruption seems to go all the way to the end of the world, the only good approach is through the front door with a gun in each hand.

It's better to go out with a bang and a press release than with a whimper and a secret.

The truth may set you free. It won't fill your fuel tank.

I just don’t understand why anyone would want to get their caffeine in a less-efficient form.

When you let it get personal, the cost becomes personal too. You’re opening your own heart here. You sure you want to do that?

The silences weren’t awkward. For me at least. Because I was there in the moment with him.

And muse on Nature with a poet's eye.

I remind myself: I am the best. I have the best. And I deserve the best. This is one of my personal mantras that I tell myself every morning before auditions, character work, and performances.

Only one thing matters: learning to be the loser.

I throw raps that attacks like the Japs at Pearl Harbor

I'm shy in person - so afraid to confess my love - I need a go-between - our mutual friend, the Moon.

PERFORMING TRIBUTE 9/11 shows the heroism of people who have chosen to respond to devastation and hatred with quiet determination and a belief that they can and will make the world a better place.

Authors are the vanguard in the march of mind, the intellectual backwoodsmen, reclaiming from the idle wilderness new territories for the thought and activity of their happier brethren.

I live my life outside of the glitz and glamour of the red carpet events, and so you’ll never see me there. I’m never at parties.