That was my earliest maladaptive coping mechanism I forged when I was a kid. I found that my fists weren't going to do any significant protective work for me, so my mouth was it. Making my father laugh was a way to control him.

Every time I've gotten myself into trouble, it's because I'm choosing a project based on a long-term career goal as opposed to something that speaks to me at the moment.

Character acting is a much braver pursuit than a guy who runs around and intermittently clenches his jaw muscles.

The fact that you're friends doesn't necessarily equate to great chemistry.

I think we can all use a little more patience. I get a little impatient sometimes and I wish I didn't. I really need to be more patient.

I think you have to let go of this idea that you can be precious about everything, and let it be the abstract mess that it is.

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