A cat, I am told, has nine lives. If that is true, I know how a cat feels.

It is my hope and my belief that you will be able to report that I died with dignity, without animal fear and without bravado. I owe that much to myself.

Further, a document names and identifies the actual Red Light Bandits (plural), because in fact there are two.

My soul is not for sale.

I am not generally regarded as a pleasant or socially minded fellow.

The hollowness was in his arms and the world was snowing.

Losing one pint of blood's an accident. Losing two is carelessness.

I feel like I have lost all control. I am going to roll with it.

It's funny, like 15 years ago when I was a kid doing all the John Hughes movies, I remember Bruce Willis was the only guy who was transitioning from television into film.

If it was up to the studio, everything would be shot with a camcorder.

I'd say writing is easier for me now than it once was, but I do less of it.

If women who were free to speak did not speak, we might as well say to the entire world, 'No matter what you do to women, no one cares, just go right ahead.'

Just that working with Clint again is like coming home.

We can speak without voice to the trees and the clouds and the waves of the sea. Without words they respond through the rustling of leaves and the moving of clouds and the murmuring of the sea.

He who is not aware of his ignorance will be only misled by his knowledge.