I'm oftentimes called away from my family... it's rather hard for me to be away from them. We're very close.

As a person of color, there's no getting around the reality of its responsibility.

Building a little bonfire at night on the beach and lying on a blanket with my wife under the stars is not only sexy, it's romantic.

As far as I know, you only get one shot at this life. It only goes round once and time is precious. When I'm not working, you'd better spend that time with someone important.

My sense of personal strength has always come from my family.

My family is like a sanctuary to me. I always turn to them for support and strength. I take comfort in knowing no matter which path I choose, my family stands behind me.

The whole thing about acting, the draw for me, is the opportunity to do things you don't get to do in real life.

I come from a large family so you can count on the fact that I'm going to have more kids.

I've made a career over the last seventeen years of mostly playing men in uniform, especially cops. The one thing for an actor that is death, is if you're bored. The boredom will show in your work.

There is no length that is too great to go to in order to protect your child.

Your job as an actor is to stay employed.

Smoking is indispensable if one has nothing to kiss

I remember watching the mascara tears flood the ivories and I thought, "It's OK to be sad." I've been trained to love my darkness.

All I ever wanted to do was write songs and get on a bus and go play them for people.

I didn't know anything about Silicon Valley.

For me, I focus on trying to get it right and be as fair as possible. There's not much else I can do. People will believe what they want - facts be damned.

There hasn't been anything real since grunge. That was the last movement led by music or an art form.

I think the New Bohemians' inability to say no was a big part of our problem.

From the time I can remember my mother kept me in church. I think my first recollection of any place, being anywhere was in a church.

He leans over and takes her hand. With the other he touches her face. ‘You your best thing, Sethe. You are.’ His holding fingers are holding hers. ‘Me? Me?

But what's so blessed-fair that fears no blot? Thou mayst be false, and yet I know it not.