I was about 14, and my friend's stepdad asked me to do a 10K with him because his son - who was more into basketball - didn't want to. It was amazing, and I still remember the time I got: 48:23.

I definitely loved going on stage, I loved the nervous feeling and the performance and the doing-ness of it. It always felt kind of natural and inevitable and logical.

There is nothing as special as watching greatness.

The filmmakers who I'm pining to work for aren't ringing my phone off the hook.

A perfect run has nothing to do with distance. It's when your stride feels comfortable.

When somebody brings up a movie (of mine) that I haven't heard about in a long time, I feel like a 70-year-old pitcher at a bar somewhere, and somebody walks in and says, 'Oh, my God, I was in St. Louis and I saw you. You pitched a shutout.' It's real. I really did do that, because someone today remembers it.

A doable goal for me is to finish a marathon under four hours. I'm doing all the training, but the hardest part is eating right.