At this point in my career, I can stand shoulder to shoulder with an actor my age who has chosen to do really awful things, and he will get a job over me.

And the test for any actor is whether you stay at the table or go away.

If you're lucky as you get older, you respect the craft and it becomes a skill.

Each of us needs something - food, liquor, pot, whatever - to help us survive. Dracula needs blood.

I have a list a mile long of faults that sometimes bring me to my knees in self-hatred.

Actors want to show off and dance in front of you and get your love, because they don't think they're worthy of it in any other way.

Revelations come when you're in the thick of it, pitting yourself up against something larger than yourself