Jerry Bruckheimer really is an executive producer, who obviously is the most successful producer in the history of film and television.

Once you understand that someone has Tourette and that they can't help their tics, it takes away the distraction. And you can engage your compassion. You feel for them. You embrace them.

The Victorian era is the sexiest age for me, but I also like a woman in a pair of jeans.

Most actors are starving. Most of us are walking around with a flashlight and tweezers looking for evidence. When you have someone that actually writes an acting role, it's rare.

Sometimes you have to search for inspiration with characters, and other times, they just drop out of the sky and arrive.

My past is not pleasant; I grew up in a very tough town, Waterbury, Connecticut. I grew up in New York, too, but Waterbury was tougher.

Media runs the world, and it all changed, I think, when the debate between Kennedy and Nixon happened, and first of all we saw them on television, and that changed everything.

I guess my style is a cross between David Bowie and Clint Eastwood.

Dark Blue is ultimately a gritty crime drama, at its core. I don't think that is ever going to change.

I like the Polanski stuff more than anything else. Rosemary's Baby is still one of my favorite movies of all time. The idea of her being impregnated with the devil is just so frightening.

Yeah, romantic comedies are the hardest movies to make. Maybe one works a year.

A bear, however hard he tries, grows tubby without exercise.

Sam gave Captain Suicide a droll stare. "How did you die again? Oh wait, I know this. 'I can take 'em. I don't need to wait for reinforcements. I can do it myself.' How'd that work out for you again?

He'd lived long enough to know that everyone handled grief in different ways, and little by little, they all seemed to accept their new lives.

I've always been a geek and slightly awkward... slightly umm... I was never the cool kid at school.

Mostly, I avoid worrying since the time spent doing it could be spent more constructively.

They were like two enemies in love with one another.

I love you," he whispered. "I hope you don't mind.

He who hath two coats, let him impart to him that hath none.

It turns out that our notions of what a 'self' is and how it might feel fulfilled have no more objective status than most of the rest of reality. It seems we make ourselves up as we go along.

Fair weather weddings make fair weather lives.