My brain doesn't like to be quiet.

I've always been creating my whole life, you know. I've just had a need to create, whether it was sculpting or writing or directing. It's just ever since I was a kid, I don't know.

If you're not a beautiful person, you can't do anything about it.

In 20 years I want to look back and see a collection of crazy characters that I made - a menagerie.

Well, I think a lot of people just want to be famous.

When I was on Broadway, people would really just recognize me around the theater. When you're showing up on commercials and posters, the scope of people recognizing you gets a little wider.

My brother and I, we were both relatively good-looking guys growing up, but we had our awkward stages, where we were just hard to look at.

I'm from New York, so I'm not a big driver.

I'm a good audience in general, but it's hard to make me laugh.

I love theater. I grew up doing theater.

I grew up in the '80s. I was a kid, but all my favorite movies came out of that period.

Making each day count like it's your last day to fulfill your dreams, is unarguably the master key to a future full of great rewards.

I can't do it. I can't get into a philosophical debate with an archangel, knowing how ridiculous it is and how unprepared I am.

Thomson sought the wilderness, never seeking to tame it, but only to draw from it, its magic of tangle and season.

Teachers and administrators sleepwalk through their responsibilities, dulled and discouraged by the endless pressures and problems.

I'm not interested in being a celebrity; I'm interested in being a better actor and a better director.

A writer once asked what I'd say if I ever met my biggest hater. I paused, thought deeply and said, "Probably 'suk a dog dik, motherfuker.'"

It's true that I run a multi-national group but I have no interests in India. So please tell me, what should my identity be?

For me, the '80s were like the drawing by Botticelli of the nine rings of hell.

There's so much pollution in the air now that if it weren't for our lungs there'd be no place to put it all.

So burrow in. Snuggle deep. A winter idyll of simple splendor awaits.