“When people are nervous, some people move around. Some people scratch their leg.”

I would like to do a period piece. I think that would be fun.

When I was probably 5 or 6, my mother put me into an acting, singing, and dancing class.

I think [guys and girls] are often very similar, emotionally. Guys put on the façade that everything is cool, but deep down, I think they have some of the similar problems with image, popularity and fitting in – finding a girl and being loved and all those types of problems.

I’m not classically trained or anything, but I’ll rip up a dance floor.

Ladies, I’ll let you in on a lil secret: guys don’t notice your nails.

I’m pretty easy going, I think.

A girl who is interesting and educated and can spark conversation – I find that extremely sexy.

If youre in an awkward position, feel comfortable enough to walk away.

Just throw me in a time machine, hit random, and wherever I land would be great… Just being thrown into a different time really fascinates me.

I missed a lot of school for auditions, but other than that I had a very normal childhood.

I remember actually liking a girl in high school who was kind of an outcast and weird, and people made fun of her. I remember hanging out with her, but I was apprehensive about telling anyone I really liked her.

I love a woman who can out-eat me.

I’ve been in a few love triangles. I’ve been in a love quadrilateral.

A healthy relationship is built on unwavering trust.

I can think. I can sleep. I can move. I can ride my bike. I can dream.

I’ll give you the bottom 10% and the top 10% of any move if I get to keep the middle 80%.

My whole problem is that my lips move when I think.

When guilt rears its ugly head confront it, discuss it and let it go. The past is over. It is time to ask what can we do right, not what did we do wrong. Forgive yourself and move on.

If, in moving through your life, you find yourself lost, go back to the last place where you knew who you were, and what you were doing, and start from there.

I confess to a rare problem – gynekinetophobia, or the fear of women falling on me – but this is a rather mild illness compared with many affluent suburbanites, who have developed an almost total zoophobia, or fear of anything that moves.

Spiritual life is like a moving sidewalk. Whether you go with it or spend your whole life running against it, you’re still going to be taken along.

Whereas a novice makes moves until he gets checkmated (proof), a Grand Master realizes 20 moves in advance that it’s futile to continue playing (conceptualizing).