I look like a turnip with hair in the morning!

I think you grow up wanting to be a racing driver. Then it dawns on you that it's not going to happen.

Grief jumps out at you when you're least expecting it.

I'm sure everyone feels this way, but it's hard to have a proper opinion of yourself or how things are or how you expected them to be or how far removed they are from how you expect them to be. On the one hand, you're extraordinarily grateful and terribly excited, but on the other, I stop and go, I wonder what the future does hold.

Sometimes the roles you're being offered, leads in films aren't good enough. Actually it's you're better going and doing a radio play or a decent TV.

I would like to do any way possible that Howard Stark can make a return. He's such a fun character to play, and I really believe that he could make quite an exciting character to watch more of. The flawed entrepreneur, the kind of crazy playboy, from that era is an exciting concept.

I'm always in awe of directors because they're just holding so much stuff in the air. They've got so many decisions that they need to be making and they have to have the complete overall look of what the piece of artwork is.

Especially with comedy, you take massive risks because ultimately you're trying to be funny. If you're not funny, then it's really embarrassing and you look stupid.

I stupidly ignored education completely. I found it dull and I preferred to cause chaos and have fun. I regret this massively now.

I'm really into tennis. Because of the traveling, standing in front of a mirror and lifting weights in a gym makes me feel putrid. I'd rather do something that's physically tough and mentally stimulating.

I grew up loving cars. It was completely and utterly, without a doubt, my childhood dream. Whether your childhood dream progresses or changes, you turn into a man and you probably shouldn't still have that same dream.

I have always worked from that place, that if you are going to inhabit someone and get under their eyes, you need to have empathy.

There are probably only a certain number of people who can understand or tolerate how long a job will take and what demands it puts on you. And why should they? It breeds a strange kind of selfishness immersing yourself in a character for so long.

I suppose theres an anger in all of us. Some hidden rage that you keep at bay.

The people in Iraq lived essentially good lives. They had brilliant health and education systems. Saddam actually created an incredible infrastructure in a very difficult country, but they were a Mafia family. If you said anything against that regime or that family you would be killed instantly.

It's funny how you have to keep changing, or showing that you are capable of doing something different from people's expectations. People really only do remember you from the last thing you've done, or desperately want to put you into a position that they think you're capable of.

I remember, as a young man, wanting to experience a car going at those speeds and being visually nourished by something which I loved so much. And I wanted to race fast cars and have a good time.