I come from the Lynchs of Sligo. You know, I went there, but I looked in the phone book and there are nine million Lynches in Sligo.

I'm content with the fact that I made a decent effort. That's what I've always worried about: that I wouldn't try hard enough.

There's no point dwelling on what might or could have been. You just have to go forward.

We live, we die, and the wheels on the bus go round and round.

Early on, if I was alone two three nights in a row, I'd start writing poems about suicide.

I think that's what distinguishes Schmidt, really. In the movies now, so much of what is appealing to an audience is the dramatic or has to do with science fiction, and Schmidt is simply human. There's no melodrama; there's no device, It's just about a human being.

I have to keep myself in check when I go to the kids' sports events. I sit waaay in the back. I make sure I don't do too much cheering, you know what I mean? I'm still not quite adjusted to this modern school of thought: Oh, it doesn't matter who wins. I'm not all the way there yet, but I accept it from the back row.