I am in the continual process of transcending fear-based rituals.

I felt like a fighter who was training for a title bout that had not been booked yet.

I’ve always felt like such an outsider in this industry. Because I’m so insane I guess.

I had this bad-boy-from-New York vibe going, dressed like a punk rocker with spiky hair.

I’m coming from a place of total strength and humility now.

I guess the issue for me is to keep things dynamic.

I’m not 40 yet. I wouldn’t even bother comparing myself to Chaplin.

I make faces for cash and chicken.

Does any new parent, even if you’re not a first-time parent, ever really know what to do?

If I was a Pokemon, I’ll either be a Psyduck or a Jigglypuff.

I don’t drink these days. I am allergic to alcohol and narcotics. I break out in handcuffs.

I don’t want to be so confident in myself.

There’s somewhere you’re supposed to go, and if you get quiet enough, you’ll make it.

I have a sense of destiny that you are led to the things you are supposed to do.

I’m an actor, a husband, a father of two, and a full-time Avenger.

Nothing’s a break for me. Not even the breaks are breaks.

I’m not used to feeling like I belong where I am.

Give me a scotch, I’m starving.

There is unplanned gold in every soul you run into, no matter what walk of life they are from.