“I’m kind of ADD in that sense where if I start liking something, I’ll just learn it to the absolute max.”

My kids are my greatest piece of art.

You paint something, and it’s yours. It’s your heart up on the wall.

For ‘Conan,’ I had to eat boiled chicken breast and work out all the time and basically eat like a bird every two hours and stay ripped.

Whenever I wake up, I’m up. I don’t lie there like an idiot. I get up, run up a hill, get some exercise, and have some time with my thoughts.

Game of Thrones’ is the greatest thing I’ve ever been a part of.

Iowa is an amazing place. But I didn’t have much race around me. I was definitely not like everyone there.

I couldn’t get a job to save my life. That’s why I wrote ‘Road to Paloma.’ That got into Sundance and got into that scene, and that’s how I got the role in ‘The Red Road.’

I’m a big wuss, and not the king in the least. My wife is.

I told my wife, ‘One woman, lots of toys!’

There aren’t, like, four Aquamans before me. I get to set the tone for it.

I got called ‘pretty boy’ my whole life.

When I’m by myself, I’m really cool and nice to everyone, but then the whole paparazzi thing? If you see me with my kids, I change.

I watch action movies, and you don’t remember when Jason Statham does a kick or punch. It’s character trait stuff you remember.

I haven’t been an actor who’s been able to pick and choose roles, and being a family man, it’s been about putting food on the table.

I saw Frank Frazetta’s art, and it seared on my memory. I love his paintings. They’re so amazing.

I was a skateboarder when I was little; I still skateboard. I teach my kids how to skate.

Remakes are awesome, especially when it honors yet adds a new component or dimension to the original.

For as from the same piece of clay a potter may fashion either a pot or a tile, so the Devil may shape a witch into a wolf or a cat or even a goat, without subtracting from her and without adding to her at all.

I watched as she added a question mark at the end. Arc, line, space, dot.

I am eighty years old. There seems to be nothing to add to this statement. I have reached the age of undecorated facts – facts that refuse to be softened by sentiment, or confused by nobility of phrase.

When under the influence of certain (or some) reasons (or causes) (alcohol, war, etc – added Spir here) the low instincts are unbridled (or unrestrained).

Just wonderin’, waitin’, worryin’ about some silly little things, that just don’t add up to nothin’.

My everyday look has definitely become more low maintenance, but accessories are everything.

We add to it every now and then. It includes things like never date a guy whose computer costs more than his car (you’ll never get him to pay attention to you except over instant messages)