What is it you want? That's a question that we all get posed sometimes internally and sometimes externally.

I don't take much stock in other people's opinions if I think something's good.

I stand up for what I believe. I don't know if it's always paid off for me, because I've been ridiculed and humiliated.

If somebody said my wife's not beautiful, I'd go, she is. I wouldn't say, really? No, she is. I know she is. In my mind, you know.

Money isn't a major motivating force in my life. Nor is my profession. There are other things that I care more about than being an actor.

I believe in the soul ... the small of a woman's back, the hanging curveball, high fiber, good scotch, that the novels of Susan Sontag are self-indulgent, overrated crap. I believe Lee Harvey Oswald acted alone. I believe there ought to be a constitutional amendment outlawing Astroturf and the designated hitter. I believe in the sweet spot, soft-core pornography, opening your presents Christmas morning rather than Christmas Eve, and I believe in long, slow, deep, soft, wet kisses that last three days.

I just tried to build on my failures.