“It’s much less daunting once you’ve put your foot on the road to it. I’m a notorious couch potato and I don’t like exercise. Half an hour of physical exercise, like jogging or fast walking a day is a start.”

Love is doing something you don’t want to do for someone you don’t particularly like at that moment.

I had a huge imagination. My granddad says I was a bit of a Walter Mitty character.

I guess if I had fifty million dollars I could spend more time at home.

I like to be other people, not me. And when you’re on the red carpet, it’s like, ‘Here’s Tom Hardy.’ I don’t want to be me. That’s why I play other people.

I’m just getting settled as a responsible man – but if you split the elephant into little mouthfuls it will be fine.

I set myself that decision, otherwise I’m driving an opinion at you, and I think that would be treating you like you’re an idiot. I don’t want to force-feed you my opinion.

I’m into parlor dramas. I’m into theatre. I’m trained for the stage. I trained to do Chekhov and Shakespeare, I was trained for the stage.

If I am duly compared to Marlon Brando at all, well, I can only think of The Teahouse of the ‘Shanghai Noon,’ that they’re comparing me to that!

The only thing I can do is wipe my arse, brush my teeth, turn up and do the best work I can.

Whatever character you play, remember they are always doing something they are not just talking.

I have a very busy head. I have inside voices that I have learned to contain.

You don’t step on stage to eat; you go there to be eaten.

The Long Red Road is a story about alcoholism and dysfunction and tragic tale of a man who’s trying to drink himself to death on an Indian reservation in Dakota. It was written for me, so it’s something I would love to do.

I liked you better when you were drunk .

I’m going to fail to hit the mark I’ve put up before me because it’s not possible to hit it. I want to be the best at what I do so I’ve got to get over myself already because that’s never going to happen. I ain’t ever going to be God.

I’m an armchair psychologist, I suppose, and I like to kind of sit around and guess and pretend I know what’s going on.

On these days I go to my studio, leaf through an art history book, and tell myself that I am part of this great tradition.

Each day is a drive through history.

I felt in need of a great pilgrimage, so I sat still for three days and God came to me.

Do not praise yourself not slander others: There are still many days to go and any thing could happen.

One day, it was suddenly revealed to me that everything is pure spirit.

So yesterday you fell off the wagon? Or maybe you blew your diet? Or lost your temper and shot off your mouth? Well, that was yesterday. Today is a brand-new day with a clean slate, so forget yesterday!

The weary Body, longing for repose, On the gained level of the day’s ascent, Halts for the night and pitches there its tent.

Each day my reason tells me so; But reason doesn’t rule in love, you know.