I quit flying years ago. I don't want to die with tourists.

Just the other day, my assistant was on the line with Calvin Klein. Golly, I usually shop at Sears.

I've been largely an improvisational actor for most of my career.

When you weigh 135 pounds and you're telling people who are 6'4" and 250 pounds to get out of your way, how do you do that? Well, a lot of that is in the eyes.

I'm not really a guy who wants to be a director, anyway.

I believe in running through the rain and crashing into the person you love and having your lips bleed on each other.

I've never heard of anybody smoking a joint and going on a rampage. It makes you lie around on the floor and look at the ceiling. What's wrong with that?