“I have an airplane hangar with 17 cars in it. That’s no joke. I have a ‘half pipe’ in there, too – you know, like a big ramp, where I skateboard. It’s awesome. It’s the ultimate fantasy.”

I never thought I was going to be an actor. And I never really thought of myself as one. Even though I keep working. I thought I’d just do a wave of movies, and then I’d burn out. They just kept coming together.

I am going to continue to work hard, but I do not take it too seriously, I just do what feels right and I really want to have a good time.

People are often talking when they are not supposed to be.

My perfect weekend, anything to do with nature.

I think my mom put it best. She said, ‘Little girls soften their daddy’s hearts.

If one day speed kills me, do not cry because I was smiling.

Just real. I want to have the freedom to do whatever I want. And more importantly, I want to have the freedom to bring everyone else along with me.

I think that I just need to work with great directors and actors, people who are better than me, so that I am challenged.

I don’t go where people are. I go where the people aren’t.

If I lost weight, I’d be two-dimensional!

I have been surfing for my whole life. I love it and I don’t know that I can get much better now, I have peaked, which bothers me but I have to accept it.

Michelle Rodriguez is like the most original person on the planet. She’s so straight up, uncensored all the time. Be ready. I love her for that.

Sometimes I live in fear. But when I have to take chances about people I love, relationships, my daughter and immediate family, those decisions are easy.

My motto is, you have to get in a sport a day.

I love dogs. I grew up with dogs in my family from the time that I was a little boy; we always had German Shepherds and Labradors. I get on very well with dogs, they trust me.

My father’s a protector. My father’s old-school. He’s a cowboy.

We would look with scorn at witch mothers who build towers but not at princes who lust after caged women.

Careful your fantasies are showing.

Like a busy fairy smiling in its own melancholy on unending Friday nights, the loving wings of my realistic fantasies, spread themselves as wide as the sea.

I was in love with my own chaos, gripping tightly onto fantasies, falling into traps that swallowed me whole. I am in awe of how chaotic I am, as falling hard into my own trap saved me from who I became.

She believes in a wonderful world where unicorns exist. That’s why she believed in you.

A window in Paris opens to a world of imagination.

Santa sobs recalling December’s decor, navigating joys volcano, overcoming dawns of insomnia, waking the snowflakes to find, yearlong sleep, which delightfulness sneaks!

I’m a temporary being consumed by a lifetime of fantasies.