Memory works according to meaning, and when something is important to you, the Google in your brain brings it forward all of a sudden.

You can't beat life when you consider the alternatives.

I think, in my life, there've been three times I've broken down into tears on a set because I was happy.

On a single day, I read articles where I was described as being alternately 'lanky,' 'pudgy,' 'doughy,' 'balding,' 'utterly forgettable,' and 'constantly irritating.

I would not have so many scripts being driven by demographics. The play's the thing - not the 18-35 year old male age group.

Using the stratagem of defining character by what changes and what remains the same, the one constant always seems to be regret. We are defined by the objects of our regret.

I think I started realizing I was losing my hair when I was in Illinois. And it was traumatic. It was not something I had figured on in my life.