Martial arts have been a part of my life for as long as I can remember.

For me, the martial arts is a search for something inside. It's not just a physical discipline.

Because we do not know when we will die, we get to think of life as an inexhaustible well. And yet everything happens only a certain number of times. And a very small number really.

Immortality is to live your life doing good things, and leaving your mark behind.

I always had a pretty good knack for raising hell.

If you've ever found yourself pushed to the limits of your tolerance... you find yourself doing some things that, from the outside, can be seen as quite insane.

You only have the burdens on you that you choose to put there.

Believe me, nothing is trivial.

For what level of mediocrity will you settle?

I don't want to be remembered as 'the son of Bruce Lee'.

God knows the times I have found myself in absurd situations.

The more successful you are the less accessible you will become.

I'm the star of stage, screen, and television now, but I'm also available for children's parties and bar mitzvahs.

When my mood was high, I seemed normal, even buoyant. I felt smarter. I had secrets. I could see God in a light bulb

You may well ask me why...I took the time to write [books]. I can only reply that I do not know. There was no why about it. I had to: that was all.

Politicians, you know Harry Reid hates you. We get it. But when somebody from "The New York Times" or "The Washington Post" is saying this stuff, that's different, that's offensive, that's wrong.

It's sacred for an actor to keep their personal life personal.

I hate watching me. I hate watching me. It just makes me feel awful. I think, 'I look stupid from that angle. I wish I didn't let them put that shirt on me.'

Cunning is only the mimic of discretion, and may pass upon weak men in the same manner as vivacity is often mistaken for wit, and gravity for wisdom.

I much prefer whining to counting my blessings.

I have been Merlin wandering in the woods Of a far country, where the winds waken Unnatural voices , my mind broken By a sudden acquaintance with man's rage.