I'm starting to judge success by the time I have for myself, the time I spend with family and friends. My priorities aren't amending; they're shifting.

I've been grateful enough, smart enough to take the work with Ian McKellen in Gods And Monsters.

Horrible things happen, but were they horrible? No, they were just circumstances of the world.

Maybe my caveman ancestors invented the wheel or something. I'm not sure.

I haven't been one since I did a film called (coughs) Encino Man (laughing). After two or three runs with Pauly Shore, I had enough. Watching this film in 3D as far as rollercoasters go really fills it for me.

Burroughs was never really that pleased with the way popular culture and society treated his character. He tried to make a few movies of his own as a result, but they weren't very good.

They had a hard time miking me in my loin cloth, I mean, where were they gonna tape it?