It's five o'clock in the morning. You've just pissed on a dumpster. It's Miller time.

Shooting in New York is the shiznit, if I may be so bold. It was great. New York is a character. People who live here know that.

I'm an Episcopal, which is Catholic Lite. It's like same religion, half the guilt.

You're only given a little spark of madness. You mustn't lose it.

A Pentagon official once said the people who would actually push the button probably have never seen a person die. He said the only hope -and it's a strange thought - is if they put the button to launch the nuclear war behind a man's heart. The President, then, with a rusty knife, would have to cut out the man's heart, kill the man, to get to the button.

It was kind of a decompression - from straight alcohol to mixed drinks to wine to spritzers - and then you're out.

Cocaine for me was a place to hide. Most people get hyper on coke. It slowed me down. Sometimes it made me paranoid and impotent, but mostly it just made me withdrawn.