The philosophy that I've embraced isn't about sitting under a tree and studying my navel.

I mean, I have a great job. I get to dress up and become somebody else, especially when it's someone like Legolas, who's this super-cool kind of otherworldly elf. It's, like, I'm lucky, man, so why would I not appreciate that?

Elves have this superhuman strength, yet they're so graceful. Tolkien created them to be angelic spirits, but I also saw Legolas as something out of the Seven Samurai.

I'm trying to mix the cool, independent stuff with the big stuff, but it's been difficult finding the right roles. It's been an interesting ride as far as my career pendulum is concerned

Failure is simply the non-presence of success. But a fiasco is a disaster of mythic proportions.

I just keep pinching myself that that's my wife.

I got to dress up in funny clothes and run around New Zealand with a bow and arrow for 18 months, how bad could that be?