Success is a beast. And it actually puts the emphasis on the wrong thing. You get away with more instead of looking within.

I had a friend who worked at a hospice, and he said people in their final moments don't discuss their successes, awards or what books they wrote or what they accomplished. They only talk about their loves and their regrets, and I think that's very telling.

I oscillate between agnosticism and atheism.

I've been in these tabloids for 14 years now, and at some point you just become a Zen master of it all

My kids are just waiting for me at home. I'm their father. They're wondering, 'When's Daddy coming home?'

A man inserted an 'ad' in the classifieds: "Wife wanted". Next day he received a hundred letters. They all said the same thing: "You can have mine."

Religion works. I know there's comfort there, a crash pad. It's something to explain the world and tell you there is something bigger than you, and it is going to be alright in the end. It works because it's comforting. I grew up believing in it, and it worked for me in whatever my little personal high school crisis was, but it didn't last for me.