“I have dangerous bones in my body.”

You get a timeless cool card in New York.

Of course, I don’t act in an extreme fashion in my day to day life. I don’t think any of us live do. I think we all have that reserve somewhere and we pull upon it when we need it.

I grew up with all kinds of people.

It’s really bizarre because no one knows this, but elephants have killed more animal trainers than any other animal.

I was the oldest of the children in my family. I had to do a lot of diaper-changing and lunch-making. I was taking my little sister to ballet, picking up my brother, sort of being a super-nanny.

I started acting when I was seven-years-old. By the time I was 17 I would say: “If I’m not a star by the time I’m 18, I’ll get out of the business.”

I used to feel guilty about owning a console.

That’s what I love. I love thinking about the film, the project and committing myself as much as possible.

The whole year I was in LA I got into telemarketing and learned how to make money. Five years later that skill helped me make my first film.

I’m not disciplined enough to be a writer consistently. I write when I have to.

Deal-making goes on with any job.

I love women more than anything.

Choosing the car you drive is like choosing your wardrobe, maybe even more important.

A person in my position has to restrain himself.

I haven’t had that many weird encounters with fans, thank God.

I don’t think a lot of actors talk about it, but there’s usually a process where you essentially purge yourself of the character that you played prior to the movie.

When the heart is right, the mind and the body will follow.

I like Jackie Chan because I’ve been a fan of Jackie’s forever. He’s broken every bone in his body for his commitment and dedication to doing his own stunts. So he’s the real deal.

I’ve thought for a long time that my body type would have worked well in the ’70s. The idea that you could be a broad-shouldered, small-breasted woman and still wear really great outfits.

Beautification of the soul over decoration of the body.

Beg me to fill your body with my dangerous seed.

My eye, my brain, are images, parts of my body. How could my brain contain images since it is one image among others?

Nothing is entitled to her skin but her flesh and bones.

They may kill me, but they cannot kill my ideas. They can crush my body, but they will not be able to crush my spirit.