I am, as I am; whether hideous, or handsome, depends upon who is made judge.

This person they make me out to be irritates the hell out of me as well.

I am the most well-adjusted human being I know. I started out this investigation as a very happy man with a great career. I’ve got the life people dream about: I am rich, I am famous, I’ve got a fabulous marriage to an absolutely, spell-bindingly brilliant woman.

The stuff you heard about me is a lie, I’m way worse…

The line between what I really am, and what I am on reel, is slowly diminishing.

I have eyes like those of a dead pig.

I don’t know that I’ve ever been completely comfortable with anything.

I’m not a nerd, don’t plan to be a nerd and read books – which I can’t do at all.

I guess I don’t take my stardom too seriously. I think I am one of the guys.

Even a cock crows over his own dunghill.