“Studying cows, pigs and chickens can help an actor develop his character. There are a lot of things I learned from animals. One was that they couldn’t hiss or boo me.”

An hour or two of learning from the masters is usually enough to recharge my artistic batteries.

Dream as if you’ll live forever, live as if you’ll die today.

If I can keep this up and nothing interferes with my progress, one of these days I might be able to contribute something to the world.

You are who you are meant to be. Dance as if no one’s watching. Love as if it’s all you know. Dream as if you’ll live forever. Live as if you’ll die today.

Whatever’s inside making me what I am, it’s like film. Film only works in the dark. Tear it all open and let in the light and you kill it.

To me, acting is the most logical way for people’s neuroses to manifest themselves, in this great need we all have to express ourselves.

Racing is the only time I feel whole.

In the short span of his lifetime, an actor must learn all there is to know, experience all there is to experience, or approach that state as closely as possible.

What better way to die? It’s fast and clean and you go out in a blaze of glory!

There is no way to be truly great in this world. We are impaled on the crook of conditioning.

It was an accident, although I’ve been involved in some kind of theatrical function or other since I was a child – in school, music, athletics.

Am I in love? Absolutely. I’m in love with ancient philosophers, foreign painters, classic authors, and musicians who have died long ago. I’m a passionate lover.

I’m a serious-minded and intense little devil – terribly gauche and so tense that I don’t see how people can stay in the same room as me. I know I couldn’t tolerate myself.

A good boy, and I’m very proud of him. Not easy to understand, no sir. He’s not easy to understand. But he’s all man, and he’ll make his mark.

You need to drink the drink, not act drinking the drink. You’ve got to do things and not show them.

I have sacrificed a physical bond, for a metaphysical relationship. I am the ultimate idealistic lover.

There’s something about getting up at 5 a.m., feeding the stock and chickens, and milking a couple of cows before breakfast that gives you a lifelong respect for the price of butter and eggs.

You want a drumstick? Like a ice cream cone or a chicken wing!?

It’s the same reason I don’t get Hooters. Why do we need to enjoy chicken wings and boobies at the same time? Yes, they are a natural and beautiful part of the human experience. And so are boobies. But why at the same time?

I have a painting where somebody’s holding a chicken, and underneath the chicken is somebody’s head.

I think I’m the only player who looks at each and every center and says to myself, ‘That’s barbecued chicken down there.’

The chickens are coming home to roost, and you happen to have just moved into the chicken house.

For ‘Conan,’ I had to eat boiled chicken breast and work out all the time and basically eat like a bird every two hours and stay ripped.

I don’t know which is more discouraging, literature or chickens.