I would say that among my many huge emotional miscalculations was my taking a film career for granted. It is the most awesome privilege to be able to use one's imagination and wit, physicality and musicality, conscious brain and unconscious instinct in the service of a work that has a chance to move and excite and amuse and delight people all over the world, including long after we're dead. What a noble calling! And I felt it was just there for me as a kind of given, some sort of inherited birthright-when in reality it's the most magnificent luxury.

I need a lot of support... Life is really hard, and I don't see some active benevolent force out there. I see it as basically a really cool survival game. You get on the right side of the tracks, and you now are actually working with what some people would call magic.

Smoking dope and smoking coke, you are rendered defenseless. The only way out of that hopeless state is intervention.

If you're doing a drama that has some comedic elements you can't forget that it's primarily a very serious film that has some light relief.

Do I want to be a hero to my son? No. I would like to be a very real human being. That's hard enough.

If you're anything like me there are days when you're convinced you know more than everyone around you. Which is often confirmed by your interactions with people.

I just don't like big guys who speak cryptically and act like they understand the language better than me.