It is awesome to feel you are carrying on the family name.

If you have a milkshake and I have a milkshake, and I have a straw and my straw reaches across the room and starts to drink your milkshake... I drink your milkshake! I drink it up!

Being at the centre of a film is a burden one takes on with innocence the first time. Thereafter, you take it on with trepidation.

Everybody has to know for themselves what they're capable of.

It's a source of great sadness to me that my father died without having seen me do anything worthwhile. He was constantly having to make excuses for me.

I live in a landscape, which every single day of my life is enriching.

I like things that make you grit your teeth. I like tucking my chin in and sort of leading into the storm. I like that feeling. I like it a lot.

A voice is such a deep, personal reflection of character.

For as long as I can remember, the thing that gave me a sense of wonderment and renewal... has always been the work of other actors.

Acting is about people. Other people. Otherwise, you're not acting, you're doing monologues.

The more articulate somebody is, the more suspicious I am of them. I like to feel that the important things remain unsaid.

It seems my heart is made of tissue paper

The only thing that makes the present palatable is the fact that the past was, at times, torture.

Darkness does not leave up as easily as we would hope.

There are two kinds of pride, both good and bad. 'Good pride' represents our dignity and self-respect. 'Bad pride' is the deadly sin of superiority that reeks of conceit and arrogance.

Childhood is Last Chance Gulch for happiness. After that, you know too much.

Cowards do not count in battle; they are there, but not in it.

He was not looking forward to breaking the law. He was straight now. He'd matured. Crime no longer excited him. What?' Ronald said. I didn't say anything.' You're breathing heavy.

We've invented most of the stuff that we need and now we're just messing about

Creativity can flourish within sensible financial limitations.

Yes, I heard my people singing!-in the glow of parlor coal-stove and on summer porches sweet with lilac air, from choir loft and Sunday morning pews-and my soul was filled with their harmonies.