The Italian gangster thing has become a form of the modern-day Western

I live a very quiet life, although I'm very urban and a diehard New Yorker

Literature is air, and Im suffocating in mediocrity.

I do not want to act unless I have a a great intimacy with the people I'm working with.

I don't champion the idea of being in a Hollywood movie. I never had fun in one of them

Acting is a total physical, emotional sensation.

I've brought my daughters all over the world-they travel with me. I drag them out of school just to keep the relationship. When I'm home I'm a big-time daddy.

It's a blessing and a curse. But it's not always the best situation to be in. As a profession, I don't recommend acting at all.

I never pursued Hollywood banging my drum, because I was never in a film big enough to do that

I've got the best deal on Earth. Where else can I sin and know that I'm forgiven for it?

I never pursued a career relentlessly

Sometimes a girl's gotta have some chocolate!

...the argument from absence of transitional types boils down to the striking fact that such types are always lacking unless they have been found.

Women power is a formidable force.

Great musicians accept everything that they hear and find something good. They take what they like and they throw away what they don't like

The devil finds work for idle hands to do. Better to reign in the hell than serve in heaven. We are in bondage to the law in order that we may be free.

I have granted you much that you asked: and yet you never cease to ask of me. He who refuses nothing, Atticilla, will soon have nothing to refuse.

Everyone has problems. It's how you choose to deal with them. Some people choose to be whiners some choose to be winners. Some choose to be victims some choose to be victors.

No ruler should put troops into the field merely to gratify his own spleen; no general should fight a battle simply out of pique.

When I'm in heels - and I live in heels - I take on a different posture, a different attitude, different energy.

Now old desire doth in his deathbed lie, And young affection gapes to be his heir; That fair for which love groan'd for and would die, With tender Juliet match'd, is now not fair.