I would consider directing. I think directing myself would be tough, but I'm definitely interested in directing. I might start off directing a play before I move to a film.

This is real human drama, we're not creating some amusement park ride for the summer. Even though the movie is really exciting to watch, it's got a real pathos behind it.

A lot of times, good improv is when both people, or however many people are in the scene, really have no idea what the next thing you're going to say is.

I was never a very dependable employee for anything. Perfect for the actor's life!

There is something about the water - that solitary kind of peaceful feeling. You're on earth but not quite.

Being unprepared makes me nervous. I'm old-fashioned show folk.

I don't know who I am, to tell you the truth.

I find people attractive for more subtle reasons than just the way they look.

I like people who are able to keep pushing themselves and challenging themselves even after great success.

Acting's all about the confidence you exude, especially on film. I mean, nervousness isn't attractive in anyone, but a film camera will seek it out and punish you.

I love that people can't place me. They don't know my name. That's 'mission accomplished' in my world.

Strangers are endearing because you don’t know them yet.

All my life, I've been trying to fill an emptiness inside. But that emptiness...I've built myself around it. Filling it in would be like filling in the empty space within a cathedral.

In the future, I can imagine that we will genetically modify ourselves using the genes that have doubled our life span since we were chimpanzees.

One sometimes finds what one is not looking for.

I think I definitely enjoy recording, but I think it's more fun to go out and perform live, because it's like instant gratification, you know? You feel the response immediately.

I hate it when they say, �He gave his life for his country.� They don�t die for the honor and glory of their country. We kill them.

For lust of knowing what should not be known, we take the Golden Road to Samarkand.

Poireaux vinaigrette aux grains de caviar.” I did a quick translation. “Leeks and fish eggs in vinegar?” He grinned. “It sounds better in French.” Yeah, but did it taste better?

Tell Ray to put the eyeliner, the lipstick and the high heels away. I'm not saying he's a cross-dresser, that's just what I heard.

No man would, I think, exchange his existence with any other man, however fortunate. We had as lief not be, as not be ourselves.