You love what you do, you are cursed with it, and then you get known for being cursed with it

I live a very quiet life, although I'm very urban and a diehard New Yorker

Literature is air, and Im suffocating in mediocrity.

I do not want to act unless I have a a great intimacy with the people I'm working with.

I don't champion the idea of being in a Hollywood movie. I never had fun in one of them

Acting is a total physical, emotional sensation.

I've brought my daughters all over the world-they travel with me. I drag them out of school just to keep the relationship. When I'm home I'm a big-time daddy.

It's a blessing and a curse. But it's not always the best situation to be in. As a profession, I don't recommend acting at all.

I never pursued Hollywood banging my drum, because I was never in a film big enough to do that

I've got the best deal on Earth. Where else can I sin and know that I'm forgiven for it?

I never pursued a career relentlessly

It’s one thing when you lose a friend or when your friends become enemies, but it’s the worst when friends become strangers,

Sittin there wishin their problems became ours, cause we have nothin in common since I done became star.

It is a very great mistake to suppose, as a few English cooks still do, that spaghetti and macaroni should be soaked in water before cooking.

Traveling and other cultures provide me with great inspiration, especially unusual people and cultures totally unlike my own. They generate many new ideas for me.

Any manual labor I've done was purely by mistake.

People are usually pretty hungry after a funeral. I guess it's because we all realize that time is running out and we better eat all we can. Please don't mention that to my mother.

Ye Hypocrites, are these your pranks To murder men and gie God thanks Desist for shame, proceed no further God won't accept your thanks for murder.

There's somewhere you're supposed to go, and if you get quiet enough, you'll make it.

The only goal of science is the honour of the human spirit, and a question in number theory is worth a question concerning the system of the world.

Then we heard the rumours: that the last scientists were working on a cure that would end the plague and restore the world. Restore it? Why? I like the death! I like the misery! I like this world!