Grissom is a character who doesn't really want people poking around in his life. He likes to poke around in his work.

Sure, I always chose rebels to identify with - I still do - but to me a rebel isn't so much someone who breaks the law as someone who goes against the odds.

The show can go on without me, and probably will, but I want to come back to act in Chicago. My wife and I just bought a condo downtown, and I want to do theater.

I know a lot of actors who've just gotten bitter because they did something and then nobody ever saw it or whatever.

Corporate Hollywood thinks I'm a geek to go back and do theater. They don't understand why I don't want to be a movie star, why I'm not pursuing Mel Gibson's roles.

I've never been in this business for the recognition or the awards. I just want to do good work, grab a decent paycheck, and move onto the next job.

I won't miss Grissom. It was a complete life for me that's reached its end, and it's reached it in the right way, I think. So I won't miss Grissom. And I hope that the audience won't miss him either.

I had panic attacks during rehearsal. There were times when I really thought I wasn't going to be able to do it.

I get a lot of stuff from Germany - stuffed bugs and tarantulas.

If I could change on thing about myself, I would: Have better knees. Mine are shot because of injuries. You're only as good as your legs, whether you're an athlete or an actor.

I've been telling anybody who would listen that I wanted to do a series for the last 10 years. But I wouldn't do it if I was just another cop pushing bad guys up against the wall.

Trying to get an agent is like standing in line to be picked for kickball. Pick me! Pick me! ...Dang, last again.

To love, for us men, is to clasp one woman with our arms, feeling that she lives and breathes just as we do, suffers as we do, thinks with us, loves with us, and, above all, sins with us.

Disinformation about the state of climate change science is extraordinarily if not criminally irresponsible.

I would make sweet love to Don Rickles.

The consciousness of the past weighs like a nightmare on the brain of the living.

Meditation doesn't have to be complicated. What I do is about as simple as you can get. You could just count the beads, one, two, three, with your eyes closed or open, whatever makes you happy.

Our barriers to love are rarely consciously chosen. They are our efforts to protect the places where the heart is bruised.

Life begins only when we cross the borders and not definitely before!

I could have seen myself going into academia, but I don't love it; I just like it.

It's not the name they call you, it's the name you answer to.