"When your fucking career falls apart and you fucking lose everything you’ve got, you realize the people that used to be around you are not really your friends . . . When I was in a position of power, I chose my roles poorly. Instead of doing studio movies I went off and did all this arty-farty shit. I thought my talent would rise above the mediocrity but it didn’t . . . I sleep and go to the gym. I live in the hills. I live in a one-bedroom apartment. I lost everything. I am in a terrible financial situation. I’m like a filthy, brown, washed-up-has-been . . . I had a $4 million house, I had Rolls Royces, an entourage that would kill Elvis . . . So it goes, man. It fucking goes."

—Mickey Rourke, "I Coulda Been a Contender," Empire Magazine, Jan. 2004