I'm always worried about my money for some reason.

After 4 years on NYPD Blue it has been nice to have the summer off and spend time with family and friends. There are a few projects I am interested in and plan to be working this fall.

But my passion is racing cars. It's what I like to do in my off time.

I have always had good strength in my legs from working out with weights. I have also been riding a bike of some sort for most of my life and have good agility.

Some people say it might be good for your career to die and then come back again. I have died many ways, car crashes, motorcycle crashes, etc. But, I am still alive.

I always have this feeling that I'm losing everything, so I'm a real saver.

We recycle everything in my house. I'm not into any particular organizations, but I'm doing my part and that makes me feel okay.

The first thing I did was a print ad for Century Plaza. I was five.

I die pretty much every year. I find it amusing.

I had never worked in that environment where you're able to play.

I haven't done a lot of action movies, so it's kind of fun to get to do a lot of stunt work.

Live and act within the limit of your knowledge and keep expanding it to the limit of your life.

How we keep these dead souls in our hearts. Each one of us carries within himself his necropolis.

When silence is a living thing, it can be a friend, sometimes even a comfort.

True communication is communion- the realization of oneness, which is love.

'Be Cool' was a defining movie for me.

I would like to get back to making people laugh. Before drama school, I did nothing but comedy.

I should be pleased, I suppose, that Hitler has carried out a revolution on our lines. But they are Germans. So they will end by ruining our idea.

If blue collar jobs are leaving and white collar jobs are outsourced what color collar jobs are left?

I have a holistic need to work and to have huge ties of love in my life. I can't imagine eschewing one for the other.

So many things I had thought forgotten Return to my mind with stranger pain: Like letters that arrive addressed to someone Who left the house so many years ago.