I was a real troublemaker until my sister inspired me to do more. I realized pretty fast that if I wanted to accomplish anything I would have to study my ass off and actually work.

You've got to take as many shortcuts as you can.

As much as I adore the nuances that costumes and props may influence on creating characters, I love combining performance at its most primitive origins with modern technology by donning a motion capture suit on an empty grid. Then the choices are almost 100% mine, as dictated by the script. Ideally, I'd have a career like Andy Serkis... portraying both the CGI for Gollum and the live action for Smeagol, the performances of both King Kong and the cook in that eponymous film, and now the bar he continues to raise as Caesar in the "Planet of the Apes" reboots.

[responding to how he got into voiceover] My mom would be at work and my two sisters were at school, so I was babysat by Transformers, G.I. Joe, Looney Toons, and the Muppets.

[on being asked why his main character from "Red Dead Redemption" wasn't in the "Undead Nightmare" expansion pack] Mr. Irish's BAC is so high that he's impervious to the Zombie curse, which would have made everybody want to play as him instead of Marston.

[referring to an early inspiration to become an actor- Jim Turner's "Randee of the Redwoods" character from MTV] It was an 'aha' moment where I realized, wait a minute, I can get paid to be a dipshit?

With the help of Wyoming locals, a few Coloradoans, and select Derby Dames, we've shot the first steps in a genre-blending film of action, romance, and zombies.

I'm over living in a compact, condensed place where there's car alarms, endless honking, [and] helicopters flying around. That's not my movie. In my movie, I'm going to sleep to crickets, coyotes, and all the stars at night I grew up with.

Roller Derby is, and always has been, the sport of the future. When the Apocalypse happens, these women who work up to three jobs while making time for family, practices, and putting on the spectacles they put on, will still be kicking ass and taking names long after we're all living like Mad Max and all those NFLers & Major Leaguers die out from the gangrene of the paper cuts caused by their financial holdouts.

There's a fine line between being a god and a douche bag.

You catch more flies with honey-coated corpses...