I don't know that I'm 'hangdog'. That suggests someone skulking around, unengaged. I'm not. I'm 'engaged', believe me. I have just got a slightly sad face.

I think great art is always ambiguous and can't be pinned down.

People ask me to smile for the camera, but somehow it always comes out gloomy.

I have never been to a brothel. I don't think I could go into one.

I am afraid of death, scared by it. I already don't know whether I exist or not. So dying really terrifies me.

People often refer to my career before The Crying Game as something which led up to that point. But I was very fulfilled in what I was doing.

That was the beginning of modern acting for me. You don't have to tell a camera everything. It gets bored if you do and wants to look elsewhere.

The worst thing for an actor is a director that gets on your nerves and says things that actually confuse you.

I didn't want to be seen as just a guy on a list. I'm interested in good scripts, scripts that are about something, scripts that move your acting along.

At least when you're acting you can be someone. In front of the camera you have to be yourself. And who am I?

Angel was the first Irish feature film. Neil's first movie and my first movie.

Thoughts might not be solid and always obtainable, but they become your reality when emotions are attached to them. Over time, they become your wants and form an attachment to your behavior.

I was the one with the open wound, and the river waters turned red when I bathed in them. My sadness is greater than the heavens.

I am blind to the very things that make for our own peace.

A company is judged by the president it keeps.

As a white teen, I was very drawn to hip-hop culture, almost to the point of disappearing in it - there was a sense of having no sense of authenticity except this one that wasn't mine.

Rather than seeing dreams as containing hidden messages, see dreams as experiences of empathy. Then use empathy with the dream to reconnect with the experience of dreaming itself.

Poor maids have more lovers than husbands.

They whose sole bliss is eating can give but that one brutish reason why they live.

If you get to a certain age, all people want to know about you is people you knew. ...An American student once said to me, you know, isn't it extraordinary that I am alive and you're not dead.