“When I was a young stunt guy the director would say: “You’re useless” But I wanted to be the best, I wanted to be a super stunt guy. That’s how I built myself, because of martial arts and everything.”

Anyone can be a Superman, but nobody can be Jackie Chan.

I’m good for some things, bad for a lot of things.

It only hurts when I’m not laughing.

The children right now, the young children, everybody should go to a martial arts school. Why? Because as soon as they go to a martial arts school, they learn discipline.

Sometimes I do need to go to karaoke, sometimes I need to relax.

I don’t want to be an action star, an action star’s life is so short. I want my life to get longer, I want my career to get longer.

When I got depressed, I watched Bruce Lee movies. I learned everything from Bruce Lee.

I’m tired of fighting. I’ve always known that I can’t be an action star all my life.

I allowed myself to be bullied because I was scared and didn’t know how to defend myself. I was bullied until I prevented a new student from being bullied. By standing up for him, I learned to stand up for myself.

Why did I become Jackie Chan? Mostly because I work very hard. When people were sleeping, I was still training.

When you are learning about a martial art, it is about respect.

I want to show audiences I can act.

Martial arts is for defense. It’s not for attacking. So when people are fighting, always, always, defend.

The movie business is a big gamble.

In the past when I was in Hollywood, I was like a dog. I felt humiliated. My English was not good. People would even ask me ‘Jackie Who?’.

I hate interviews – but you have to do them.

In art, it is hard to say anything as good as saying nothing.

Out of the cacophony of random suffering and chaos that can mark human life, the life artist sees or creates a symphony of meaning and order.

The more I write about us, the more our love feels like art.

Some thunders are meant to mould your heart into art.

Art is what keeps humans, human.

No arts; no letters; no society; and which is worst of all, continual fear and danger of violent death; and the life of man solitary, poor, nasty, brutish, and short.

Art speaks to me through you but words have no ears.

An hopeful soul is an art of miracles.