The hoopla with all the award season is kind of mind-boggling. It kind of puts you on your heels.
You don’t want to vilify your ego.
You can change things, you can make things better.
Memories are not just about the past. They determine our future.
Always maintain a joyful mind. Appreciate the struggles as opportunities to wake up.
You’ve got to take care of yourself on the path, not just when you cross the goal line, because don’t forget, wherever you are, that’s the goal line.
I don’t really consider myself one of those actors who takes his work home with him.
A fool and his money are quickly parted.
I think my love of journalizing my life comes from my mom.
Working with my dad was such a gas. We approached the work in a similar way. We only made two films together when I was an adult, Tucker, and Blown Away, but it was so much fun to play with your parent like that.
It can kind of screw up things if you’re trying to overwork something.
For me, growing up, the downside of it was that as a kid you don’t want to stand out. You don’t want to have a famous father let alone get a job because of your famous father, you know? But I’m a product of nepotism. That’s how I got my foot in the door, through my dad.
When I was really young, my mom enrolled me in dance classes.
Everyone I meet is in my sangha. I don’t know if that’s the proper definition, but that’s the way I’m going to hold it in my mind.
Some people say you have to work with everything, but there’s a time and a place. If it feels like a knot, wait. It will come up again when you and the universe are ready.
Appreciate the struggles as opportunities to wake up.
It’s like what Miles Davis says: “Don’t worry about mistakes, there aren’t any.
Well that’s like, your opinion, man.
In some way, my saying that I’m not here now feels sort of like an acknowledgment that I am here now, only feeling that I’m not.
I notice that when I’m generous, accepting, and loving toward myself, all that’s reflected out into the world. The more I cut myself slack, the more I don’t judge myself for not being other than I am, the more I’m aware of who I am, see it, honor it, and respect it, the more I do all those things for others. I push them less and I respect their different rhythms.
To me, this book is sort of like a snakeskin. A snakeskin is something you might find on the side of the road and make something out of – a belt, say, or a hatband. The snake itself heads off doing more snake stuff – getting it on with lady snakes, eating rats, making more snakeskins, et cetera.