I'm producing more, but I think to direct, one has to have a burning desire, and that's not me. I'd rather do something else.

I've always loved the idea of changing myself, wearing costumes and disguises. It takes you back to being a kid, to dressing up.

People pretend to be nice, people pretend to be smooth, and polite and everything, but this is only an appearance, because the way we're built as human beings is only in paradox and contradictions.

Perfection is not just about control, it is also about letting go.

Good guys need to be a little dirty otherwise they're just boring.

The only person standing in your way is you.

You can't escape from what you are.

I always had the sense of being in the spotlight, being on stage, being looked at.

I'm more attracted to the bad guys. Why? Because in real life, I don't know any good guys. I know okay guys. I know polite guys. I know people who can control themselves.

People look up to Jacques Mesrine as if he were a Robin Hood, stealing from the rich, but he never gave anything back to anybody.

I don't really shop any more. I only do it when I have to. I think it is very overrated.

When you really know somebody you can’t hate them. Or maybe it’s just that you can’t really know them until you stop hating them.

For now, I just want things all safe and familiar. My life may not be perfect, but it is what I have known.

Place nothing above the verdict of your own mind.

I'm in a war, a cultural war.

Our story is over, yes, but our journey isn't, because we'll always live on the edge until the day we die.

They've not been able to control any Iraqi city. We're waging war against this snake and we will be victorious.

Perhaps I was born too early. I was more the painter of your generation than of mine.

I think we're seeing that the way we've done parenting cannot be sustainable in this generation, for sure.

Yep, my daddy was an undependable drunk. But he'd never missed any of my organized games, concerts, plays, or picnics. He may not have loved me perfectly, but he loved me as well as he could. (189)

Nothing in Death Hunt makes a great deal of sense, though the scenery is rugged and the snowscapes beautiful.