Love is a mess, at best, and I figure it can be very real in spite of all the things people try to attach to it.

A SWAT team surrounded my house and came in every door. But it happened because on the day that we split up, Madonna developed a concern that if she were to return to the house, she would get a very severe haircut.

Reputations are maintained by the outside world, and they're created by it, too, by and large. And they serve as a hell of a device for privacy, because the more people look for something that's not there, the less chance they have of violating who you are. It's like going out there with a mask on, without having to exercise your upper body to put it on.

Child-rearing is my main interest now. I'm a hands-on father.

There's the old notion that where there's choice, there's chaos, and where there's no choice, there's clarity. If you've got no choice, you've gotta be there, and you've gotta have your heart in it. It leads to a much less self-conscious life.

Rebel is just as bad a word as maturity.

Women are the best. The toughest. The bane of my existence. And I'll forever fall for it.