My father never saw me play ball, and I was an outstanding ballplayer. I missed all that adoration.

I need distractions. Good distractions, not bad ones. A good distraction for me is a great play.

I have sons, and they have never said the word hell in front of me or my wife. That's the truth.

My father was never around. It was almost as if he didn't exist. I would tell my friends he was in Cleveland, on business. Sometimes, every six months or so, he would come by for dinner.

My mother was the total influence. My father was what we call a nomadic person; he was a wanderer.

People call me an instinctive actor. I used to consider that an insult early on, only because I had never studied. Now... I love it.