“I feel like I’m wasting time if I repeat myself.”

But the paparazzi are quite malicious and vocal and really rude, … And they camped outside of my house, so I started throwing eggs at them, lobbing them at rocks next to them.

It’s like anything in life, visualizing the old man you’re going to become: As long as you have a clear picture of that – the life you want to lead – eventually you’ll probably get there.

Does it depress you? To know just how alone you really are?

I’m not a big fan of western movies and I really don’t like cowboy-indian movies. I have never watched them.

You see, in their last moments people show you who they really are.

My mom and my dad never pushed me into performing. They never prohibited me from trying anything, or being anything. They never restricted me in any way. For which I’ll be forever grateful.

I’m kind of addicted to moving.

I am not a public speaker and never will be.

I didn’t want to raise my child in Hollywood.

I’m in control of my life, not anyone in Hollywood.

There’s nothing like working with your mates – it’s the way it should be, as far as I’m concerned.

I think your personal evolution runs hand in hand with your professional evolution. Performance and the person you are kind of grow simultaneously.

Introduce a little anarchy, upset the established order, and everything becomes chaos. I’m an agent of chaos, and you know the thing about chaos? It’s fair.

If you make decisions based upon people’s reactions or judgments then you make really boring choices.

It’s a little uncomfortable doing love scenes in armor, but, you know, when the heat’s on, the heat’s on.

I’m born to be a father. And I’ve been looking forward to this all my life.

How lonely it feels to be next to you.

I always wanted to feel it all. From the chaos of a thunderstorm to the touch of the wind. Both adrenaline and calm, fear and bravery.

Escape from the known to get to know yourself, converse with strangers to understand yourself, travel far from noise to find yourself, and listen to your silence to feel yourself. Because being away from everything pushes you to look inside, find your peace and live awake.

It’s kind of beautiful, isn’t it? that we get to feel the passion in this world, about anything.

Walls and brick have never felt like home, the way your gentle bones do.

You feel like the moonlight, mysteriously dark its blinding.

This is all that’s left carry on and try not to feel so much.

As I feel your heart shatter like sand through my helpless fingers I envision ripples through the tar of your blood.