I love being so tight on people in close-ups that the veins in their eyes look like the Mississippi River.

There are endless exercises for arms, but the basics are best-chinups and pushups.

Suddenly I've got an overwhelming desire to surround myself with the aura of classical and Romantic art.

I am not the richest, smartest or most talented person in the world, but I succeed because I keep going and going and going.

I think I'd like to be remembered as someone who beat the odds through just plain determination. ... that I persevered. Because I think that being somewhat of a pest to life, constantly plaguing and pursuing, will bring results.

Sometimes when I don't want to cry, I cry. And when I want to I can't. It's subconscious. Like sexual performance.

I think people of all occupations, whether it's the camera - puller or the man who's doing the catering, they can identify with Rambo's frustrations, with the veteran's frustrations.