I'm a very, very conservative driver.

On 'Into The Wild' I spent months risking my life and on 'Speed Racer' I spent 60 days acting in front of a green screen. No danger to my physical self, but I sure had to use my imagination.

I think I've always been half out of my shell and half in. Sometimes I can be extremely wild and sometimes I can be extremely shy. It just depends on the day.

I'm not a ball in a pinball machine. I know what I want.

When I got a lap dance, because I was 17, they had to put a massive pillow between me and the girl when she was grinding me. It was weird, yet pleasurable.

James Dean taught me not to speed, River Phoenix taught me not to DO speed, and Marlon Brando taught me to slow down on the cheeseburgers.

I identify with someone wanting something to work out, but not being able to get through the rocks to the river.

As far as dieting and weight loss go, diet and exercise actually works. Lots of running and healthy eating.

Maybe you will be afraid and maybe you will fail, but the courage to take risks in any part of your life is, I feel, a very worthwhile way to live.

I'm sort of like a rat in a maze - I'm moving forward, and any choice I make at the time seems like the only one I can make.

Shooting in 3D hasn't really affected the way I work as an actor that much. Maybe that's not a good thing. Maybe I'm not being diligent enough.

You make me feel like a firefly. Trapped in a belljar

She had never known that ice could take on so many shades of blue: sharp lines of indigo like the deepest sea, aquamarine shadows, even the glint of blue-green where the sun struck just so.

The present moment is the combination of future and past...so let's live and sometimes, sometimes let's just forget about the rest!

Applaud my friends, the comedy is over...[on his death bed]

I want to sleep like the birds then wake to write you again without hope that you read me.

It seemed to her sometimes that the most important thing about marriage was not a home or children or a remedy against sin, but simply there being always an eye to catch.

Jael returned the lazy smile. "You're not my type." "Well, you're not anybody's type," said Hazael. "No, wait. I take it back. My sword says she'd like to know you better.

That morning, she had found an envelope stuffed into her locker. It was from the Mercer Hotel, and held a plastic door key for their suite. "See you there tonight," Oliver had written. "Chomp! Chomp!

Life's not about how hard of a hit you can give... it's about how many you can take, and still keep moving forward.

FGM breaches all human rights and has no place in any 21st century society.