I am fascinated with religion or things that people believe in and question that. I think it's interesting.

I don't like being lied to.

I am an avid runner, mainly on weekends.

I did have Skidz overalls. Remember Skidz, those baggy plaid pants that look like pajamas? So I did rock overalls, but not in purple velvet. I couldn't find those.

You have your vision and you need to be focused, but you have to listen. I never felt a sense that the wheels were going to come off because we're all friends and family. It was all good.

I didn't win prom king. By that point, I'd quit sports except for soccer, so I was really just a theater guy. I totally lost to the captain of the football team.

You don't ever see a thriller with a spiritual backbone.

I try to shave at night so my skin has a chance to settle by the early morning call-time.

Somebody can paint with a fine brush like Monet and do millions of little dots or somebody can splatter it up there like Kandinsky or Jackson Pollock and go "Yep, that's art." That's okay.

For everybody that does something bad there's gotta be someone that does something good.

Emasculation does seem to be a theme in the roles that I choose.

When writing a novel a writer should create living people

For every guy who loves being a dad, there’s another who realizes too late that he’s created something his wife loves more than him.

I'm against solutions that are worse than the problem. Like old women who want their hair dyed the color of shoe polish to hide the gray.

Faith is a kind of betting or speculation.

Pop art is the inedible raised to the unspeakable.

I was charmed by a performance given by Crowded House at Toronto's Massey Hall where the bass player broke a string.

To suffer some anxiety, some depression, some disappointment, even some failure is normal.

You can love more than one person in your life, but things will be different. There'll be a different dynamic. Needs and desires change.

The hands that help are better far / Than lips that pray. / Love is the ever gleaming star / That leads the way, / That shines, not on vague worlds of bliss, / But on a paradise in this.

The sky was a midnight-blue, like warm, deep, blue water, and the moon seemed to lie on it like a water-lily, floating forward with an invisible current.