“Stand it like a man, and give some back.”

I wouldn’t trust a man who wouldn’t try to steal a little.

Bloodletting on my premises that I ain’t approved I take as a f***ing affront. It puts me off my feed.

You can’t slit the throat of everyone whose character it would improve.

Isn’t there a simpler way of not pissing off the big vipers?

The obvious merits utterance. Character is f**king pertinent.

Pain or damage don’t end the world.

The question is: until reinforced, can we learn the ways of church mice.

Change ain’t looking for friends. Change calls the tune we all dance to.

Don’t I yearn for the days when a draw across the throat made f**king resolution.

Announcing your plans is a good way to hear God laugh.

Yeah, the cut throats and the pigs. But who wants all that blood spilled, judge, huh?

Let’s leave it all alone. I’m stupidest when I try to be funny.

Act averse to nasty language and partial to fruity tea.

The world ends when you’re dead. Until then, you got more punishment in store.

Someone said they saw you in Nepal a long time back. Tell me why you look away, don’t you have a word to say?

I’m more comfortable in a play. In film, there’s always a certain sense of control, of holding back.

When you perform with a live audience, the audience comes back to you.

No one is a freak of nature. No one is going to be able to take the pounding a running back has to take over a 10- or 12-year career and not lose a step.

So (if) some cracker come and tell you ‘Well, my mother and father blood go back to the Mayflower,’ you better hold your pocket.

What I mean is that what composes an event is always extracted from a situation, always related back to a singular multiplicity, to its state, to the language that is connected to it, etc.

It takes a mile before anything happens. And if it was a wrong turn, getting back on course takes even longer.

I`m very cautious about what appears to be things put in place that will begin to roll back some of the progress that I believe we`ve made.