In Philadelphia, there's no delineation, they address me as Rocky, for real. They'll say things like: "Rocky, do you like this coat?" Or: "Rock, say hi to my sister." Or: "Yo Rock, I know a great restaurant." There's no Sylvester. Even the Mayor goes: "It's good to have Rocky here today."

I'm a patriot of the heart.

In fact, every day I'll read a chapter of some art book. I don't know why. It's just a habit.

Ya gotta do what ya gotta do.

To know that the odds are so high that only through the perishing of your life will the minions survive, that's love. That's heroism.

I really am a manifestation of my own fantasy.

I just like stories about redemption about getting a second chance at life, I think everyone in the world has a few major mistakes they've made in there lives and if they could just go back and correct it... but, unfortunately they don't get a chance usually it's almost impossible.