I know what I like—I like art—and I like what I know.

Sometimes you read a passage by a great writer, and you know what he says and how he says it will always be, for you, the only possible way it could be. Less often a painter will describe an event in a way that fits into your interpretation of that event so perfectly that it becomes the event itself.

I don't play monsters. I play men besieged by fate and out for revenge.

What's important about an actor is his acting, not his life.

Someone called actors 'sculptors in snow.' Very apt. In the end, it's all nothing.

Do you ever rub your eyes and suddenly find you're awake and not asleep, as you'd grown to suspect you were?

There comes a time in life when you know what you like and have to make up your mind to like what you know, or at least have begun to know. In other words, you must determine in what direction your knowledge is leading, thus far.