“A good warm bath can be one for you, or a whatever.”

I don’t care if it’s a walk in the park, a look out the window, a good bubble bath – whatever. Even a meal you like, or a friend you want to call. That helps us solve all this stuff in our head.

Larry Grobel has the illness of all writers, he can’t help himself.

I just wondered how it would feel, how people would treat her, but she’s adjusted so marvelously.

I could work and get to know him and have him help me with the text, the script and become him. It’s almost like a painter having a model to become.

I thought it was time to show some of it, to show some of my feelings about things and what I preferred at the time. I prefer them still but not to the extent I did at the time.

When I was a younger actor, I would try to keep it serious all day. But I have found, later on, that the lighter I am about things when I’m going to do a big scene that’s dramatic and takes a lot out of you, the better off I am when I come to it.

At this point in my career, I don’t have to deal with audition rejections. So I get my rejection from other things.

Great directors can understand the staging in such a way that can make a scene come alive. Others have a certain way of pacing the scene.

Vanity is my favourite sin.

I was playing a part of someone dealing dope on a street corner – and there was a guy actually dealing heroin right there. I looked at him, he looked at me, and I got real confused.

I’ve had very deep relationships that lasted for long periods of time with people.

My best advice to any young person is, if you want kids, be careful who you have them with. That’s my mantra.

I’ve always been in the theater. I’ve always gone to it. That’s been my way to cope.

The difference between the actor and the painter is that the actor would buy somebody a knish in order to have them watch him act.

On any given Sunday you’re gonna win or you’re gonna lose. The point is — can you win or lose like a man?

They say we die twice – once when the last breath leaves our body and once when the last person we know says our name.

I trailed off.Patch leaned lazily against the counter. Dark hair flipped out from under his ball cap. A smile tugged at his mouth. My thoughts dissolved and just like that, a new thought broke the surface of my mind. I wanted to kiss him. Right now.

What the proletariat needs is a bath of blood.

The way to health is to have an aromatic bath and a scented massage every day.

We were at a beach one summer, and I had a bathing suit on.

Our cellar home had a kitchen and a combination bedroom and half bath, which meant we had a sink next to the bed.

The right honourable gentleman caught the Whigs bathing, and walked away with their clothes.

I could tell my parents hated me. My bath toys were a toaster and a radio.

Bathe with ice-cold water of the ocean just to feel something again.