“The older I get the more things I gotta leave behind.”

I’ve been involved in something which was chaotic and insane. All I can say now is that I am, and intend to stay, a single man.

To know that the odds are so high that only through the perishing of your life will the minions survive, that’s love. That’s heroism.

You have to have an almost boundless reservoir of energy and interest to enter politics because quite often it’s thankless and fruitless and you can’t accomplish much.

At the end of the day, ‘Rocky’ is a love story, and he could never have reached the final bell without Adrian.

I was an insecure kid. Once I saw ‘Hercules’ with Steve Reeves, it completely changed my life. If I had never gone to that film, I wouldn’t be here today.

There’s a natural law of karma that vindictive people, who go out of their way to hurt others, will end up broke and alone.

I believe there’s an inner power that makes winners or losers. And the winners are the ones who really listen to the truth of their hearts.

I consider myself something of a raconteur. I have a rather audacious sense of humour.

Nothing’s harder than writing. There’s no comparison. With directing, you can bounce a lot of ideas around. There’s tremendous support – you’ve got editors and sound mixers. With writing, it’s all you, and it’s just crippling when people tear up your pages.

When I was in junior high school, the teachers voted me the student most likely to end up in the electric chair.

Boxing is a great exercise as long as you can yell “cut” whenever you want to.

I think I’m a much better painter than an actor.

The problem is, your ego sometimes tells you that you can do many things. But sometimes it’s best to stay focused and be honest with yourself.

If you’re gonna be a failure, at least be one at something you enjoy.

When I tried to play characters that strayed from who I am it ended in disaster. People didn’t expect me in comedies or musicals.

I thought marriage was tough. Golf’s like going over Niagara Falls in a barrel! It’s a psychological game that gets into your blood.

Deep in my heart, I’m concealing things that I’m longing to say. Scared to confess what I’m feeling – frightened you’ll slip away.

I want to leave, to go somewhere where I should be really in my place, where I would fit in, but my place is nowhere; I am unwanted.

My abandoned narcotics have abandoned me.

It’s challenging to open for someone: You’ve got to prep the audience, get them in the mood, and get their attention if they don’t know you. You’re going to show them what songs you’ve got. You’ve got to leave your mark.

People go but how they left always stays.

Love takes hostages. It gets inside you. It eats you out and leaves you crying in the darkness, so simple a phrase like ‘maybe we should be just friends’ turns into a glass splinter working its way into your heart. It hurts. Not just in the imagination.

You have to stop searching for why at some point you have to leave it alone.

You were not wrong for leaving you were wrong for coming back and thinking you could have me when it was convenient and leave when it was not.