I’m not young anymore. I don’t wanna start over again.

I would like to go back to Wales. I'm obsessed with my childhood and at least three times a week dream I am back there.

Danger is the spice of life and you’ve got to take a risk now and then…that’s what makes life worthwhile.

I have a punishing workout regimen. Every day I do 3 minutes on a treadmill, then I lie down, drink a glass of vodka and smoke a cigarette.

When I was a young guy, I knew everything. Now I know very little. I know less and less as the time goes on.

I believe I am quite amiable and affable and quite fair, and I've rarely worked with people who are the opposite. Moodiness scares me. What gets to me is unkindness. Madness. Unwarranted cruelty through words. People who scream and shout at work. I hate confrontation and violence. I've done it in the past and I don't want to do it again. I guess I want a perfect world.

Guilt is the thief of life.