I don't know what it is, exactly, but there's a negative drag on film sets after the second week or so, a mutinous vibe because the infinite capacities of the directors and everybody else become quite finite and everybody's under the gun and it becomes work.

I've always had this unresolved desire to prove that I could get a Ph.D., or contribute something else to the world.

But I do love horses. They are such an expression of joy.

Americans are like Pac Man. We just eat our way through the day. There's always something going into the mouth.

So now I'm left with cigarettes, and I'm trying to scrape that off my shoe and then I'll be done.

You really can't take a cat and turn it into a dog, or try and get lemons off an apple tree, or what have you.

Well, I can fake my way around some things, but I don't think I would be good at betting.