My biggest teacher and my supporter over the years has been Jack Nicholson. I worked with him, we became very good friends and, every time I hit a low moment, I go visit Jack.

Just look at a Dalai Lama and Mother Teresa and Aung San Suu Kyi and Nelson Mandela, and you’ll see that one of the outstanding characteristics of each one of these is how they have poured themselves out prodigally on behalf of others, of their being so utterly selfless.

Gabby Giffords. She’s a survivor of gun violence and a relentless champion of sensible gun safety measures.

My wife, all those who contribute something of beauty, and scientists.

That my baseball team, Baltimore Orioles, is always in the basement.

My electric car: it’s a hybrid Cadillac.

An astronaut, an archaeologist, an actor, and a musician.

My teenage years in the Runaways: I was still naive enough to think good things about the world and life and people, and I was having fun playing rock’n’roll around the world, living the dream.

Right after 9/11, Kenny and I went to perform for the troops in Pakistan and Uzbekistan. As we were flying in, an electronic voice went off: “Warning: missile launch! Warning: missile launch!” The Taliban had fired a rocket at us. I was waiting to see the back of the plane blow up, but it didn’t and we landed.

I don’t think I’d change anything: the bad forms you more than the good.