My tattoo is of a cannon in Vancouver that I got in a fleeting moment of stupidity maybe 14 years ago. A lot of people have really beautiful tattoos, and I get real tattoo envy. But then other people basically just treat them like bumper stickers for their bodies.

I don't expect success. I prepare for it.

If you have a dishonest moment, you're going to lose the audience. So I had to not only light myself in the scenes.

When you sign on to say, "Okay, yeah, let's develop this," usually that turns into, "Oh, he's doing it." But there's no script for some of these things.

I learned discipline from my father. Not in terms of corporal punishment, but being determined in whatever you do, and sticking with it.

There's nothing my brothers and I didn't put a hole in. We turned our home into a Wiffle house.

I remember that coming to America was scary for me because everything here is just bigger, better, shinier, you know?