“And its up to the audience to interpret rather than you putting moral stamp on the character.”

But somehow I’ve gotta find a way to play this.

My two kids take a lot of my focus, which I’m grateful for.

An actor always wants to sink his teeth into something.

I’ve never bought a boxed set DVD or anything like that.

In some ways, what I learned is that you can take a character and breathe with them,

The world isn’t what you think it is.

A series is a big deal, and there are a lot of people out there writing stuff that don’t know what art is.

I lay the clothes out on the floor with the shoes and socks,

It’s easy to actually get the ink on the page

On the last day of every character I’ve ever played

And I have to find a way to emotionally survive playing this.

So that it looks like the character has literally vanished. That’s the way you have to leave them.

As an actor, often you’re stuck with these scenes in which a great period of time is in between them – for example, if you do a biopic, it might be a year, it might be a decade, you never know.

You mortgage yourself sometimes.

I’m only the messenger.

You know what you want to do, then you balance it against paying the rent.

If the matter of death is reduced to sleep and rest, what can there be so bitter in it, that any one should pine in eternal grief for the decease of a friend?

Ignorance is stubborn and prejudice is hard.

Ones oldest friend is the best.

He who rushes headlong into love will fare worse than if he had cast himself from a precipice.

On the plains of hesitation lie the blackened bones of countless millions who at the dawn of victory lay down to rest, and in resting died.

You need good thinkers around you.

All I need is your touch to feel alive and to get drunk off your presence.

Plain as a nose in a man’s face.