I'm kind of ashamed to be a celebrity. I don't understand wanting to read about other people's dirty laundry. I think celebrity is the biggest red herring society has ever pulled on itself.

You have a handkerchief, put it in your pocket.

I'm only wanted by directors for the image I give off, and it makes me angry. I always wanted to be an actor and not a beauty pageant winner.

I sometimes shy away because I don't want to be too 'showy-offy' but the older I get I think, 'You have a handkerchief, put it in your pocket.'

Success, and even life itself, wouldn't be worth anything if I didn't have my wife and children by my side. They mean everything to me.

If you want to change who you are, you have to change what you do.

My goal was always to be recognized as a good actor but no one was interested in that, simply because society just wants to warm towards your appearance. This is the great blemish of society.

Face it, I didn't become famous until I took my clothes off.

Women like bad boys…Being a good boy never worked for me.

I suppose that some days I wake up I have to wake up and be responsible, reliable and down to earth, and some days I don't.

My only obligation is to keep myself and other people guessing.

A soul that knows it is loved but does not itself love betrays its sediment: what is at bottom comes up."―Epigrams and Interludes, Section 79

Cheapskates...are too self-confident - and frankly too smart - to spend money on things they don't need and probably don't even want, simply to impress others or just because they can.

...You bring out the truth in me, Callista, and make me whole. I need you to set me free and give me the courage to be as strong as you are. I love you...

Someone once told me that God figured that I was a pretty good juggler. I could keep a lot of balls in the air at one time. So He said, "Let's see if he can juggle another one."

The world is as you are.

I got tired of different drum sounds so you buy different effects for more manipulation.

Nobody controls me. I'm uncontrollable. The only one who can control me is me, and even that's barely possible.

I thought I was having an existential crisis, but it was nothing. Please don't tailgate: body in trunk.

What's so wonderful about being 6'3. What is this mythical edge tall men have over average and short men?