“I was watching Revolution, and the things I did in that picture, holy smokes! I can’t believe I did that, it’s like another person. It’s the thought of it, it’s just appalling to me.”

The stage is different ; there’s more to act. There are more demands put on you, more experiences to go through.

I am a dancer. But I don’t think I would be on ‘Dancing with the Stars,’ mainly because I would be too shy.

Take a look at Israel’s history and you would know who the terrorist is.

They cost nothing, and they can be as real as you like to make them. You own your dreams and they are priceless.

Except if something was maybe a play on television or some great television script.

You try to maintain a neutral approach to your work, and not be too hard on yourself.

You need some insecurity if you’re an actor. It keeps the pot boiling. I haven’t yet started to think about retiring.

I’d probably have the same pause if you asked me what my strengths are. Maybe they’re the same thing.

It was a compromise. There was a sense that I could write my own memoirs, and Larry [Grobel] would help me down the line, or maybe not, maybe he was too close to me.

I probably write a poem every 50 years.

I’m an actor, and everything about me – the way I perceive things, the way I have seen the world – has been in relation to characters and how I would want to play something or not play it.

My early career was a real rush of movies and stardom – it was almost overwhelming.

I’m expressing something that I feel is a way to exercise my talent and help communicate a role as a human being in a movie, I will do that.

I wouldn’t be interested in [nowadays] television simply because I think it goes too fast.

Romantic love can be a lot of crap, though, let me tell you. And it can hurt you.

I want to be a great actor someday, and I’ve decided there’s no use philosophizing; the only way is to work at my craft.

One man’s wage increase is another man’s price increase.

We are not retreating – we are advancing in another direction.

The dimmed outlines of phenomenal things all merge into one another unless we put on the focusing-glass of theory, and screw it up sometimes to one pitch of definition and sometimes to another, so as to see down into different depths through the great millstone of the world.

The country of the tourist pamphlet always is another country, an embarrassing abstraction of the desirable that, thank God, does not exist on this planet, where there are always ants and bad smells and empty Coca-Cola bottles to keep the grubby finger-print of reality upon the beautiful.

There are some achievements which are never done in the presence of those who hear of them. Catching salmon is one, and working all night is another.

My conviction gains infinitely the moment another soul will believe in it.

In fact, whenever energy is transmitted from one body to another in time, there must be a medium or substance in which the energy exists after it leaves one body and before it reaches the other … and if we admit this medium as an hypothesis.

Tolerance is only another name for indifference.