God is the only way you're going to make it in life, the glue that holds everything together.

In my early teen years, I wanted to become a vet. That was my plan. I worked as a veterinarian's assistant for a couple of summers.

I have a resistance to change in things that I feel comfortable with and that I'm used to.

When you break up, your whole identity is shattered. It's like death.

I really want to see the Cubs in the World Series. I really do.

I want to work with great people. Great people really make you better.

Surfing is like golf: You're always battling, and it keeps knocking you down. There are a lot of wipeouts. But when you stay with it and catch that wave, you really taste it. It's magic.

Everybody just wants to be famous first, and then maybe learn how to act.

Certainly I'm a Christian first and foremost. But I do believe in religious tolerance and finding the commonality between all of us. I think that's how we're all going to come together.

I was made to be a perfectionist at everything I did. Everything was more important than what I wanted.

I owe the little formal education I got to my drama teacher, Mr. Pickett, who got us to read Shakespeare, Moliere, and other classics.

Basically I started playing double handed on both my forehand and backhand side because my first racket was very heavy.

In thirty-five years of medicine I have never seen one case where abortion was necessary to save a mother's life.

As to modesty and decency, if we are simians we have done well, considering: but if we are something else-fallen angels-we have indeed fallen far.

Down in the deep, up in the sky , I see them always, far or nigh, And I shall see them till I die The old familiar faces.

Point of view is present in anything I write, but I really try to let the subject and facts speak for themselves.

After six, seven films, I started to get a little tired. Shooting takes a lot out of you.

I guess I have a strong constitution.

What you'll gain is the macro story. You'll get a good command of that. And what you might lose is some of the fun of it.

Only if you sacrifice for a cause will you love it.

Oh, pity the poor glutton Whose troubles all begin In struggling on and on to turn What's out into what's in.