I have a brother who gives socks for Christmas. He gives socks. Every year, I get a pair of socks from him.

I've been lucky, I've had movies that made a lot of money, so I don't feel like I have to kill every time out. I don't want that pressure. I don't need it.

Awards are meaningless to me, and I have nothing but disdain for anyone who actively campaigns to get one.

My back hurts. My legs ache. I'm only four!

I think we're all sort of imprisoned by - or at least bound to - the choices we make... You want to say no at the right time and you want to say yes more sparingly.

Like: 'Don't walk out there with one hand in your pocket unless there's somethin' in there you're going to bring out.' You gotta commit. You've gotta go out there and improvise and you've gotta be completely unafraid to die. You've got to be able to take a chance to die. And you have to die lots. You have to die all the time.

Movie acting suits me because I only need to be good for ninety seconds at a time.