The key is to get to know people and trust them to be who they are. Instead, we trust people to be who we want them to be – and when they’re not, we cry.
Every day I try to do breathing exercises, meditation, and yoga. These things sound awfully cliche, but they help me slow down and try to point to a truth.
Our human nature is exactly the same as it was 500 years ago, let alone five years ago.
Without whining and without making myself a tragic figure, there is no replacement for the loss of your privacy. It’s a huge sacrifice.
I love dogs. They live in the moment and don’t care about anything except affection and food. They’re loyal and happy. Humans are just too damn complicated.
A dream is the mind’s way of answering a question it hasn’t yet figured out how to ask.
There are moments when you get out of your own head and you exist in the moment, and that can be good acting.
What makes me mad is arrogance, pretension, putting on airs.
My entire life has been an attempt to get back to the kind of feelings you have on a field. The sense of brotherhood, the esprit de corps, the focus – there being no past or future, just the ball. As trite as it sounds, I was happiest playing ball.
I understand the self-loathing and the resentment, and the discipline that it takes to sit down in front of a typewriter or computer every single day, whether it’s going well or not going well.
If young actors ask me things, I always tell them to get on set and watch how it’s done. If you can, watch the people that you like, how they work.
Anxiety is part of creativity, the need to get something out, the need to be rid of something or to get in touch with something within.
I may be learning guitar, but I’ll never be able to sing.
It’s rare in movies or even in life where somebody owns up to their needs. I guess in a relationship it’s the only way it has a chance to survive it.