The last episode of Dallas was in '1991.' Unfortunately, it was a terrible episode to end the show on: it was a sort of 'It's a Wonderful Life' with Larry as the Jimmy Stewart character. In that episode, I was an ineffectual-schlep kind of brother, who got divorced three or four times and was a Las Vegas reject.

There is no such thing as a weekend for me when I'm at home on my ranch in Oregon.

Dancers are a work of art - they are the canvas on which their work is painted.

I get up at sunrise. I'm a Buddhist, so I chant in the morning. My wife and I sit and have coffee together, but then it's list-making time. I have carpentry projects. We have roads we keep in repair. It's not back-breaking, but it's certainly aerobic and mildly strenuous.

It's as simple as you can explain all of 'Dallas.' We're a dysfunctional family forced to stay together.

I feel that marrying younger and being quite a young dad helped me with the stability of my career.

There's nothing I like more than picking fresh vegetables then putting them in the dinner you make that night.