“I love having my hands in the dirt. It is never a science and always an art.”

I’m a football fan, a sports fan, a fan of competition.

There are a whole bunch of roles where people say, ‘Oh, you’re playing yourself.’ I guess it’s kind of a compliment.

Absolutely not. I have no problem with commitment. In fact, I love having someone in my life.

I was raised on, ‘You go get a nine-to-five job, earn your pay and work your way up.’

Sure, I can get a little bit jealous. The good part about jealousy is that it comes from passion. It’s also the dangerous part and it’s an ugly emotion that hurts.

I talk to myself all the time. Just make sure you answer.

My wife and I don’t compete. We know each other’s preferences, and we work to provide those for each other. One will take over when the other is faced with something he or she dislikes. That’s what friends do.

So, it’s a special event, right? Well, if you want to go see a movie that I’m in, it still may be a special event for you, but, you don’t feel like you don’t know where I’ve been.

We spend so much time sublimatin’, thinkin’ about, ‘What am I going to have for lunch, dinner?’

Good ideas are free – or at least they should be.

I say to the paparazzi, ‘Fellas, take your shot and go.’ It’s just they usually find me on a beach.

You don’t play characters that are celebrities – you play guys who know what to do when their septic tank’s blocked.

When I’m surfing, I’m sure not thinking about the paparazzi. I guess if they start getting on floaties and coming out there in the water, then I might be a little upset.

I don’t dislike any of my exes. If I took time to form a relationship, it’s gonna hurt when we move on, but are you puttin’ White-Out over all that beautiful time together? That was real time in your life. It’s connected to where you are today.

Starting at about, I guess, forever, I’ve always looked forward to getting older. When I was 14, I couldn’t wait to be 16 and get a driver’s license.

I’ve been in a couple of weddings where the coolest people that were the most day before so mellow and then the day of the wedding freaking out.

The Devil is like a strainer that separates the mud from the gold.

To truly taste the sweetness of the fruit, you must love the dirt it grows from.

I didn’t mean to hit the umpire with the dirt, but I did mean to hit that bastard in the stands.

Turning pain into poetry turns rainy days into rainbows and raw dirt into meadows.

It takes a great deal of courage to emerge from the dirt and the hurt and grow and bloom into petals of kindness and love.

I remind myself that I am capable of growing flowers from rain and building mountains from dirt.

Have I been buried alive by chronic pain? I can taste the dirt as they put me in the earth, thick on my lips like the honey that drips down my lips.

Do dirt, get dirt. So I treat people with the same respect that I want.