People come up to me on the street and say, 'Men at Work is the funniest movie I ever saw in my life'. But, you know, I do have to question how many movies these people have seen.

We are all wonderful, beautiful wrecks. That's what connects us-that we're all broken, all beautifully imperfect.

We don't think about pilgrimage in this country. We don't think about meditation. The idea of taking a six-week walk is totally foreign to most Americans. But it's probably exactly what we need.

I saw a headshot with the name 'Emilio Sheen' printed under it and it looked terrible.

I used to Google my name to see what came up - it hurt.

In the current climate, we live in a pessimistic and non-idealistic world.

We've lost touch and allowed technology to take precedence over organic nature. But let's not forget that those microchips in our computers came from elements of the earth.

Film is an illusion. Fame is ephemeral. Faith and family are what endure.

We need to risk, we need to dare to risk and fail greatly because that's the only way we grow.

People are beautiful wrecks.

We're all imperfect. And wouldn't it be great if the message sent out by the mainstream media is that we're fine being exactly who we are? Wouldn't that be great for everyone?

Every problem has a solution, but unfortunately, most people don't look long and far enough.

I've never been that much of a money guy. I'm more of a film guy, and most of the money I've made is in defense of trying to keep creative control of my movies.

This is a world of compensations; and he who would be no slave, must consent to have no slave.

If you don't have to write songs, why write them? I've got enough where I don't really feel the urge to write anything additional.

"Oh!" said my aunt, "I was not aware at first to whom I had the pleasure of objecting."

I'd never go under the knife because I have a phobia of needles.

Were not there you, I'd be not too.

I hate myself, that I cannot believe it so constantly and surely as I should; but no human creature can rightly know how mercifully God is inclined toward those that steadfastly believe in Christ.

I worked also, doing things such as our paper route and, later on, waitressing.

I ask my destiny - what power is this That cruelly drives me onward without rest? My destiny says, "Look round!" I turn back and see It is I myself that is ever pushing me from behind.