I alternate between feeling incredibly lucky that I've gotten away with almost everything I wanted to do, and feeling like I've been shafted.

What am I hanging around for? But I'm hanging around because it's still fun.

The idea that there aren't mistakes made constantly in the judicial system is too obvious even to need to mention.

The past is history, the future's a mystery.

It's hard to give a dramatic shape to even the most dramatic life. . . . you are forced not just into selectivity, but into alteration, distortion and outright lying about what did and didn't happen.

You will never convince anyone to do anything unless you believe it should be done.

Most of my movies get about a third raves, a third vicious attacks, and a third in-between.

Some people get married and they remain "I," some get married and become "we."

To have six billion people on Earth, two billion of whom are carrying around a warped view of you? That has to register.

Much as I like getting awards in Oldenburg, Germany and Torino, it's nice to get one in America.

Death is a part of life, and eventually I assimilated that completely.

Make it a point to do something every day that you don't want to do. This is the golden rule for acquiring the habit of doing your duty without pain.

There are enormous resources in Greece.

The work of your heart, the work of taking time, to listen, to help, is also your gift to the whole of the world

For the record, if you're not a stage actor, climbing onto Broadway and tackling something like David Mamet is not an easy thing to do.

I actually studied Indian classical vocal music.

A good book is the precious lifeblood of a master spirit.

My father and he had cemented one of those English friendships which begin by avoiding intimacies and eventually eliminate speech altogether.

The handy thing about being a father is that the historic standard is so pitifully low.

My big brother used to come home drunk and he'd clash with my dad and I just didn't want that.

How far do our feelings take their colour from the dive underground? I mean, what is the reality of any feeling?