“I like having my hands in the clay. I like the movie-making process.”

Even as a kid, I wore J.C. Penney plain-pocket jeans because they were plain pockets.

The male is always the pawn in a romantic comedy. Come together, break up, go chase her, get her, roll credits. That’s what happens in all of them.

What the heck is true love? I remember feeling, back when I was 12 and ‘going’ with this girl, ‘Is this true love?’

I like to be able to wear something that is appropriate for wherever the day takes me: to work, on a hike and then out to dinner. I like to take the formality out of the day’s schedule and be ready for any off-road detour.

I’m a football fan, a sports fan, a fan of competition.

There are a whole bunch of roles where people say, ‘Oh, you’re playing yourself.’ I guess it’s kind of a compliment.

Absolutely not. I have no problem with commitment. In fact, I love having someone in my life.

I was raised on, ‘You go get a nine-to-five job, earn your pay and work your way up.’

Sure, I can get a little bit jealous. The good part about jealousy is that it comes from passion. It’s also the dangerous part and it’s an ugly emotion that hurts.

I talk to myself all the time. Just make sure you answer.

My wife and I don’t compete. We know each other’s preferences, and we work to provide those for each other. One will take over when the other is faced with something he or she dislikes. That’s what friends do.

So, it’s a special event, right? Well, if you want to go see a movie that I’m in, it still may be a special event for you, but, you don’t feel like you don’t know where I’ve been.

We spend so much time sublimatin’, thinkin’ about, ‘What am I going to have for lunch, dinner?’

Good ideas are free – or at least they should be.

I love having my hands in the dirt. It is never a science and always an art.

I say to the paparazzi, ‘Fellas, take your shot and go.’ It’s just they usually find me on a beach.

Python carries his loneliness in him as if he had eaten clay.

Time is clay. Go make something.

I am a hidden meaning made to defy. The grasp of words, and walk away With free will and destiny. As living, revolutionary clay.

England is not a country of granite and marble, but of chalk, marl, and clay.

For this occurs just as clay is first molded into one, then shaped into another form, for the Devil is a potter and his witches are but clay.

For as from the same piece of clay a potter may fashion either a pot or a tile, so the Devil may shape a witch into a wolf or a cat or even a goat, without subtracting from her and without adding to her at all.

False history gets made all day, any day, the truth of the new is never on the news False history gets written every day … the lesbian archaeologist watches herself sifting her own life out from the shards she’s piecing, asking the clay all questions but her own.

The same sun that hardens the clay softens the wax.