“May I ask your name, my lady? Or perhaps angels have no names, only beautiful faces.”

Growing up in Australia, you never feel like you’re going to live beyond that place. You wake up and you go to the beach, and you do your homework. You’re just a kid.

I apologize for my terrible interview skills.

I do think that drugs and alcohol have been glorified and exoticized in such a way that it gets into the art world.

My nervous energy is usually the easiest form of energy to tap into.

See I’m not a monster, I’m just ahead of the curve.

Had I listened to my agent, I’d be running around in tights, climbing buildings and stuff.

I’m sure drugs and alcohol perhaps would inspire new thoughts, but it’s certainly not something that I use as a tool or a mechanism to create.

I’m not good at future planning. I don’t plan at all. I don’t know what I’m doing tomorrow. I don’t have a day planner and I don’t have a diary. I completely live in the now, not in the past, not in the future.

In the birthing process, you come out just realizing how stupid and weak men are! I mean, I might as well not have been in there, we’re useless!

I’m still a kid. I’m like six years old. But it’s just a matter of wanting to get up, it’s just a big journey. I felt like when I left home that I was on a journey, and I still am.

It’s rare that there’s a role that requires an Australian accent.

I like to see films that come out with lower budgets because you’re forced into using your imagination. You don’t have everything at your fingertips. You have to create it from scratch.

When I first started acting, I was just crap.

If you spend all day on horseback, and you hop off, you walk around like you still have a horse between your legs. And it affects your shoulders. They fall.

I like to set up obstacles and defeat them.

The reason that you dance and sing is to make the audience feel like they’re dancing and singing. As long as you’re having fun with it and giving it 100 percent, they’re gonna feel that.

May be refined, and join the angelic train.

He was the keynote speaker for our better angels.

I was a shy ugly kid who led a big fantasy life. I thought I was an angel sent from heaven, to cure polio. When Dr. Salk did that I was really pissed off.

Fools rush in where angels fear to tread.

If you’re not okay, you might as well not pretend you are, especially since life has a way of holding us down until we utter that magic word: help! That’s when angels rush to your side.

I am imperfect in many things, nevertheless I want my brethren and kinsfolk to know my nature so that they may be able to perceive my soul’s desire.

This question is posed to myself, am I a man who thinks he’s an angel? Or an angel who thinks he’s a man?

I was walking among the fires of Hell, delighted with the enjoyments of Genius; which to Angels look like torment and insanity.