The individual man is transitory, but the pulse of life and of growth goes on after he is gone, buried under a wreath of magnolia leaves.

Fashion goes round in circles.

For everybody, the tide comes in, the tide goes out – if you’re an actor, particularly.

I’m out of bed before the alarm goes off.

In America, the race goes to the loud, the solemn, the hustler. If you think you’re a great writer, you must say that you are.

For those of you who worry that I am a skinhead and anything that goes along with that, I am not.

There is a certain amount of dissatisfaction that goes with knowing your time, talent and abilities are not being properly used.

I just want to keep acting and better my craft and see how far it goes.

I think maybe ten years from now, I’m hopefully going to be, in like, Tahiti or something. Kicking back like in my huge mansion, if everything goes right, it’s all up to me.

Writing for me is quite a plastic form, a kind of mental sculpture, although that sounds weird. It acquires its character and its depth as it goes along.

I don’t care if Facebook’s valuation goes to one gillion. It can go so high we have to make up numbers. It is still not a bubble because there is still not another Facebook in...

Some writers can only deal with childhood experience, because it’s complete. For another kind of writer, life goes on, and he’s able to keep processing that as well.