I've spent, I think, close to the last decade effortlessly and magically converting your tin cans into pure gold.

You can't criticize Bob Dylan's singing. You have to respect Billy Joel as a brilliant poet. You can't tell me there's a better rock band ever than Led Zeppelin. And if you speak during the Eagles' "Last Resort," we're done. I'm just asking for seven minutes. This stuff really matters, you know.

Early on, I used to think it was really cool and macho to jump out of the car and tackle the bad guy. But then when you see the stunts in the movie, you realize it could've been a lady in a poncho.

The paramedic called the press and sold me like a loaf of bread. This was news, and he wanted to be the one to report it.

Usually in a battle sequence when a bomb is going off, you forget you're acting.

Rock bottom; that's a fishing term.

Sometimes the right choice seems great at the moment, but then suddenly it's as if somebody detonated a suicide bomb.