All the crap that we've encumbered our lives with, it's really meaningless.

What's the level of compromise for making that kind of money? How far do I have to sell my soul? What's the price of that? And I don't know if I want to make those kind of compromises any more. I think I'm a different person. I think I've matured to a great extent. I think that I want different things now. That it's not about the celebrity status that you receive because you're doing the next hot movie. It's about doing good work.

My father is the Hollywood equivalent of a clean, fillet-brazed frame. My brother is like one of those fat-tubed aluminum Cannondales. I'm more like one of those Taiwanese Masis.

We're all imperfect. And wouldn't it be great if the message sent out by the mainstream media is that we're fine being exactly who we are? Wouldn't that be great for everyone?

I still have the art projects my kids made for me 20 years ago. I cherish them, crude and silly as some of them may be.

In the current climate, we live in a pessimistic and non-idealistic world.

By definition, I believe I am unapologetically optimistic and I am unapologetically earnest.