I learned my "facts of life" on toilet walls. I'd walk up in school bathrooms and there would be crude drawings and figures engaged in sex. That's how I learned.

If someone stands in the way of true justice, you simply walk up behind them, and stab them in the heart.

Your compassion is a weakness your enemies will not share.

There's periods now in our New York residence when I hear the door opening, especially the first couple of years... Anytime I hear that door opening I still think I'm gonna hear her.

Acting with creatures that aren't there is kind like acting with an actor who refuses to come out of his trailer. You still have to go on and do the scene.

I think I survived by running away some. Running away to work.

I'm not the kind of actor that would know what my character had for breakfast last Tuesday.