“Never give up on what makes you smile”

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.

The only sensible way to live in this world is without rules.

The God knows when to smile.

Breathing in, I calm body and mind. Breathing out, I smile. Dwelling in the present moment I know this is the only moment.

Let us always meet each other with smile, for the smile is the beginning of love.

Don’t cry for a man who’s left you, the next one may fall for your smile.

Behind every smile there’s teeth.

Wine can of their wits the wise beguile, Make the sage frolic, and the serious smile.

Whenever she smiles, my pain lost its breath.

I want friends, not admirers. People who respect me for my character and my deeds, not my flattering smile.