You always bump into politics in life, and as a man, I'm party to a number of environmental issues that concern me first and foremost, as a man, as a father.

There's too many people in seats of power who just haven't got a clue what they're doing. They're bean counters, and it just pisses me off because consequently our kids go to see this crap movie.

Regret, is usually a waste of time. As is gloating

We owe it to our children to be better stewards of the environment. The alternative? - a world without whales. It's too terrible to imagine.

Love is a lot like dancing; you just surrender to the music.

I don't see myself as the 'Hunk of the Month'.

You can get totally messed up trying to please everyone with what you do, but ultimately, you have to please yourself.

When people don't believe in you, you have to believe in yourself.

I had big dreams when I was a boy. And I can't say that I never saw a beach house in Malibu in those dreams.

Maybe sometimes the best things are worth waiting for possibly.

I had to make a living. I had the mortgage to pay, I had the school fees to pay. I had bread and butter to put on the table. You know your worth as an actor, but you have to get a job.

I have a habit of letting my imagination run away from me. It always comes back though . . . drenched with possibilities.

God can do more with a few days of your time if given completely to Him, than He can with a whole life characterized by a half-hearted service.

My dad used to say, 'You wouldn't worry so much about what people thought about you if you knew how seldom they did.

Give a beggar a dime and he'll bless you. Give him a dollar and he'll curse you for withholding the rest of your fortune. Poverty is a bag with a hole at the bottom.

All you need to do is write truly and not care about what the fate of it is.

Never before has the gap between what we can imagine and what we can accomplish been smaller.

Art must be parochial in the beginning to be cosmopolitan in the end.

A good hanging now and then -- that entertains folk in the provinces and robs death of its glamour.

Through the orifice of silence, the whole geyser of Bliss, perpetually shoots up and flows over the soul.

Bulletproof is about the fact that I was shot in the face and survived. Nah I'm joking that'd be grisly and awful.