“I love being verbal in films.”

I have a fear of heights that borders on mania.

Theater is like boxing – having the audience ringside. It’s instant gratification. Or horrification.

Characters I’ve played, they used to impact my paintings, like 80 percent of the time, and especially when I was doing an action film.

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

Clothing is the first step to building a character.

I wanted to show I had balls at age 60. Just because society says I’m old, doesn’t mean that I am. I’m pursuing happiness, even if it makes the people around me unhappy.

Artists die twice. First creatively. Then physically. The second one is the easiest.

I have tons of regrets, but I think that’s one of the reasons that push people to create things. Out of their angst, their regret, comes the best from artists, painters and writers.

Suddenly I’ve got an overwhelming desire to surround myself with the aura of classical and Romantic art.

I think everyone has a certain kind of formula in their life. When you deviate from that formula, you’re going to fail big or you’re gonna win big.

Rocky’ represents the optimistic side of life, and ‘Rambo’ represents purgatory.

If it’s not broken, break it. That’s how new discoveries are made. That’s why everything that changes life is called a breakthrough.

I’m more focused and have a greater sense of challenge, because I constantly feel the weight of time.

Movies are a collective art. Art by proxy.

Every generation has to find their own heroes.

Love is absolute loyalty. People fade, looks fade, but the loyalty never fades.

War: that mad game the world so loves to play.

Everything comes from love, all is ordained for the salvation of man, God does nothing without this goal in mind.

Love needs to be proved by action.

Whoever loves himself or the world inordinately becomes incompatible with himself.

What is it you want to change? Your hair, your face, your body? Why? For God is in love with all those things and he might weep when they are gone.

The splendor of the rose and the whiteness of the lily do not rob the little violet of it’s scent nor the daisy of its simple charm. If every tiny flower wanted to be a rose, spring would lose its loveliness.

Misery doesn’t love just any company it desires the kind presence only loneliness feeds but that’s not love at all. – love doesn’t eat it bleeds.

Love of God is pure when joy and suffering inspire an equal degree of gratitude.