“My old man is a man of few words.”

I don’t want to talk about the vampire schedule. That’s just gonna upset me.

Growing up in Hawaii, the ocean is where I’m most at home. When I’m away from it and landlocked I long for the ocean. There’s something about it, I’m at peace with it.

I grew up on movie sets, getting to see storytelling happen up close.

Romantic dramas? I love The Notebook. Titanic was great. Classic.

Really I’m a fan of any movie, whether it’s suspense, action, or comedy, anything that has a good story.

I normally go-to whiskey on the rocks. Or a beer. Or with dinner, a glass of white wine.

I couldn’t say a specific thing, but the media is not really held to high standards anymore.

If I’m gonna play a character in a movie or if I want to be the lead of a film, you wanna carry the guy, you wanna get the girl, you wanna save the day or the world.

My dad is really old school: Whatever you do, just be the best at it. He didn’t really care if I was a plumber or a roofer. It didn’t matter what I did. He said, Go out and find out what you like to do, and be the best at it.

I just do what Clint Eastwood does: Keep moving forward. You can’t look back or think about that kind of stuff too much. You just keep making movies; hopefully you make some good ones.

Be the leads of big films that are entertaining and maybe then cross over to stuff that moves people and has a little bit more texture to it.

I’m just looking to be in the best movies possible and do the best work possible and try to become a better actor and make better movies.

For movies like The Longest Ride, I got to hang out with cowboys at rodeos and learned how to ride a bull, essentially.

Keep your head down, work hard, and don’t ever believe your own hype, because… you just keep working.

It would be creepy if you knew my home address.

Oliver Stone. Is that not enough?

I learned from my father to translate: everything I read I try to figure out what it really means, what it’s really saying.

There’s something different about growing up black and Muslim, especially in New Jersey. It’s like when I left the mosque and I left my dad, I felt unprotected, but I also felt a weird sense of pride, like I was involved in this other way of living that was cool to me.

In spite of the seven thousand books of expert advice, the right way to discipline a child is still a mystery to most fathers and mothers Only your grandmother and Genghis Khan know how to do it.

Nothing I’ve ever done has given me more joys and rewards than being a father to my children.

Fatherhood is pretending the present you love most is soap-on-a-rope.

Time, as far as my father was concerned, was a gift you gave to other people.

My father was a musician, so I feel like falling into this career was a bit inevitable.

Papa Don’t Preach