“I don’t want to die without scars.”

Gay marriage is inevitable. The next generation, they get it. It is just a matter of time before it becomes a reality.

Being married means I can break wind and eat ice cream in bed.

The idea that marriage has to be for all time – that I don’t understand.

I’ve been in these tabloids for 14 years now, and at some point you just become a Zen master of it all.

I quit, and then I started again, and then I quit, and then I started again.

I always liked those moments of epiphany, when you have the next destination.

My happiest moment is the day they call wrap and I’m free. I’m not looking back.

I keep hearing I’m a crazy party guy. I’m not. I’m boring. At least by party standards.

I’m actually very snobbish about directors. I have to say no all the time. ‘No’ is the most powerful word in our business. You’ve got to protect yourself… To leave home, it’s got to be worth leaving. It’s got to be worth it.

What’s valuable to me has become clearer as I’ve got older. To me, it’s about the value of your time and your day and the value of the people you spend it with.

Each misstep leads to the next correct step.

Let us be the ones who say we do not accept that a child dies every three seconds simply because he does not have the drugs you and I have. Let us be the ones to say we are not satisfied that your place of birth determines your right for life. Let us be outraged; let us be loud; let us be bold.

We’re consumers. We are by-products of a lifestyle obsession.

The things you own end up owning you.

It’s a lovely experience walking around a museum by yourself.

Success is a beast. And it actually puts the emphasis on the wrong thing. You get away with more instead of looking within.

Elvis is dead and I don’t feel so good for myself.

A wise person once wrote, “Resentment is like drinking poison and hoping the other person would die.” But the only one dying is ourselves.

In today’s competitive economy, to stand still is to die.

Ambition. An overmastering desire to be vilified by enemies while living and made ridiculous by friends when dead.

Hope rises and dreams flicker and die. Love plans for tomorrow and loneliness thinks of yesterday. Life is beautiful and living is pain.

The Long Red Road is a story about alcoholism and dysfunction and tragic tale of a man who’s trying to drink himself to death on an Indian reservation in Dakota. It was written for me, so it’s something I would love to do.

Christ not only died for all: He died for each.

You are afraid to die, and you’re afraid to live. What a way to exist.