There was a company that I did a photo shoot for once that manipulated the photo so much, I was like, "That's not even me." Like, what's the point? You wanted my name, and then you wanted the version of me that I'm not. I absolutely hate it.

The fact that there is no right or wrong is what I think is maddening. I can think you're a phenomenal actor, but the guy next door can think you're a horrible actor, and neither of us is wrong and neither of us is right. It's just a matter of opinion.

I showed sideboob. I don't need to show ass. You get one or the other. You don't get both.

They still put you in a room with these people who apparently have no difference whether you're making a family driven show or otherwise. But I do realize it's very sad to me. This is the first film [Oz The Great] that I've done that's not R rated. It's a really weird connection.

My parents went through hell and back. They came to America with suitcases and a family of seven and $250, and that's it.

An actor goes crazy in a hotel room, gets trashed, throws a bench, breaks a window, and he is considered a rock star. An actress does that and she’s sent to rehab and is thought to have problems and issues and can’t get a job.

I had a snowboarding accident. I fell off a horse. I've had a concussion, a fractured rib... I walk into walls. I'm always bruised up.