I really wasn't very much of a rebel. I'm seen by people now as more of a rebel which is strange. I don't like doing what people tell me to do. I don't deliberately rebel against them.

I was only given this life because I'm strong enough to live it.

I'm afraid of buying a house or anything, 'cause if there's one paparazzi outside for one day, then they'll never leave.

Music means freedom to me. But in acting you can pretend to be someone else and I like that.

I did this movie about Salvador Dali a few years ago and had hair extensions and a little bob. That was incredibly bizarre.

People who are the most normal are probably the most crazy.

I prefer to be someone who has to confront his many fears instead of someone who has the illusion he doesn't fear anything

I'm always shocked by the people who I'm attracted to. It's always completely random. I generally like people who are a bit crazy but yeah, that's pretty much my only prerequisite.

The link between my brain and my mouth is just not there anymore.

Sometimes I think, 'To hell with acting' and then I realize I could be working at a shoe shop. Acting is much cooler.

I've never met anyone who's left a comment on anything. It's just demons who live in basements.

It is through that brokenness that we find courage and strength. It is what empowers us to do great things.

When you abort the first born of any, nature takes its vengeance on the subsequent children.

I have more than once in my time woken up feeling like death.

I am not behold to any special interest, I've spent a lot of money on my campaign, I'll tell you. I write those checks. Nobody owns Trump.

Hillary Clinton is raising your taxes, folks. You can look at me. She's raising your taxes really high. And what that's going to do is a disaster for the country.

Life is not to live merely, but to live well.

It is a new road to happiness, if you have strength enough to castigate a little the various impulses that sway you in turn.

The noble temptation to see too much in everything.

Thank you.” His lips curved up on one side. “For what?” “For waiting for me.

Ask how to live? Write, write, write, anything; The world's a fine believing world, write news.