Nobody is ever just a straight up protagonist or antagonist - everybody's morally ambiguous.

I think God has a plan for all of us, and even if that plan includes Hell, its still a plan.

People know if you've got the goods, if you're easy to work with, and if you can get the job done.

Unfortunately, I suffer from insomnia, so my bedtime is as soon as I start to feel the least bit sleepy.

People either love me or they think I'm obnoxious. I get that.

You've just got to focus on what you have to do.

'30 Rock' is the holy grail of comedy in my opinion.

I'm a Broadway baby, through and through. It's my first love, and it's what brought me to New York in the first place.

Theater dressing rooms are my home away from home - my second home, really.

I'm definitely drawn to things that are new, so something specifically for me would have been fun.

Believe it or not, my best meal is to go to the store and buy a DiGiorno pizza, come home, add some fresh Parmesan cheese, and just hang with my family!

Dare to be different.

Since the average person's small supply of politeness must last him all his life, he can't afford to waste it on bridge partners.

It was kind of ridiculous to carry it up to a certain point and then drop the ball or the bomb, like quitting the band right after we had signed to Virgin.

I think that fiction has a part to play in urging us, as a species, toward compassion.

I learned what I need to do in the long jump, what I needed to do in the javelin and I've been able to rectify those events. It's been a bit of a learning curve, which is good.

Make yourself useful, not just on a day to day basis, but as a lifetime thing.

Hillary Clinton has built a huge machine. Donald Trump's asset is people on Facebook and twitter. He can communicate with them eight or 10 times a day with no money. This is a different world.

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

Heaven is along the way.

The world's decay where the wind's hands have passed, And my head, worn out with love, at rest In my hands, and my hands full of dust.