America before the 1960s was a pretty innocent place. We were the Lone Ranger galloping off to the rescue of the needy and the oppressed of the world, and we could get things done.

Once I got the Lone Ranger role, I didn't want any other.

When confronted by a difficult problem, you can solve it more easily by reducing it to the question, How would the Lone Ranger handle this?

I carry the memories of the ghosts of a place called Vietnam - the people of Vietnam, my fellow soldiers.

The world comes at me that way - comes at me in clumps of stuff, sometimes little vignettes and sometimes whole stories. And then the rest is erased by the internal filter that erases things for the same reason you'd forget swatting a mosquito.

Before Footloose, the things I'd done weren't cute. In Diner I was an alcoholic.