An agent is a person who is sore because an actor gets 90% of what they make.

There's a time for everyone, If they only learn, that the twisting kaleidoscope moves us all in turn.

Don't let the sun go down on me Although I search myself, it's always someone else I see I'd just allow a fragment of your life to wander free But losing everything is like the sun going down on me

It's the circle of life, and it moves us all, through despair and hope, through faith and love, 'till we find our place, on the path unwinding.

Music has healing power. It has the ability to take people out of themselves for a few hours.

Ask anyone. If it hadn't been for Elvis, I don't know where popular music would be. He was the one that started it all off, and he was definitely the start of it for me.

But you know, I have a pretty good relationship with the press and the paparazzi. It's just when they step over the line that, you know, enough's enough.

Don't judge the picture by the frame, every man is not the same

Live for each second without hesitation

Sometimes when I’m flying over the Alps I think, 'that’s like all the cocaine I sniffed.'

Better to build a bridge than a wall.

What's it really like to always be the prettiest person in a room? Dos it mean you're always acting as if in a play, because no one stops looking at you?''Life is a play, isn't it?

One is to a human and other is to adopt humanity

If you are well ahead of your own society, your path will seem a wrong path to your own people!

Ultimately, I want to be a good person and spread happiness through my acting. If I don't forget to be appreciative and thankful, then that would be the most important thing that I'll ever achieve.

Dave! Relax! Close your buttcheeks!

In a country like Pakistan where is politics is often an art form of the elite, and it's often very dynastic, it's hard to explain to people why I don't think it's a birthright.

Knowledge is no longer an immobile solid; it has been liquefied. it is actively moving in all the currents of society itself

Silence, always my fortress, sometimes my prison

The prophet's mantle, ere his flight began, Dropt on the world--a sacred gift to man.

The apple tree never asks the beech how he shall grow, nor the lion, the horse, how he shall take his prey.