Driving a motorcycle is like flying. All your senses are alive. When I ride through Beverly Hills in the early morning, and all the sprinklers have turned off, the scents that wash over me are just heavenly. Being House is like flying, too. You're free of the gravity of what people think.

Happiness is the twinkle in your grandmother's eye as you reverse the tractor off her legs.

Piano was - well, all musical instruments were taught in this very rigid, formal, classical method when I was young.

I didn't realize House would be the central character, more the bitter comic relief appearing occasionally. I relish his wounded nature - the lameness, the scarred Byronic hero.

One thing House needs Wilson for is vanity. He needs someone to laugh at his jokes.

Humility was a cult in my family. I only got it out of my father by accident when he was very old that he had won an Olympic gold medal.

There's an undeniable pleasure in stepping into an open-top sports car driven by a beautiful woman. It feels like you're climbing into a metaphor.