I couldn't help feeling people thought I was a moron, and my self-imposed insecurity constantly bedeviled me.

I would like to have the superpower of being able to touch a book and then gain all the knowledge out of that book without spending hours and days reading it.

No one escapes being haunted by something that absolutely terrifies them to the core, but very few feel it's okay to admit what it is that haunts us.

Constant repetition of tongue-twisters was like lifting weights for me, but patience and persistence have paid off.

I try to maintain the perspective that life is meant to be laughed at.

I've had to work on being a slow talker.

I will always have a stutter.

I played baseball in college but I didn't identify with the jocks, I was in my own little world .

I had a stutter 'till... I still do today. I just work on it a lot. I obsess, if you will, with it, but I stuttered throughout my childhood.

As an actor, it's more interesting to play a nerd than anything else. It's a lot more fun - you don't worry about 'what's my hair like?' in the morning or 'which is my great angle?

When I first started auditioning I would stutter a lot because I was so terribly frightened.

Twice the size of a full grown man, with four muscular arms, it was his worst nightmare on steroids. -The Hyperscape Project

A spiritually mature person is capable of admitting his mistakes and sins.

Her bluebird of happiness is teal.

If we were logical the future would be bleak indeed. But we are more than logical. We are human beings and we have faith and we have hope.

I love road trips! My husband and I love that. We bought a truck with a bench seat so we could put the dog in the middle.

..but maybe this was a defense mechanism. Maybe my mind was making me see things I refused to accept were gone forever. It was filling the void, because that was easier than letting go.

I'm not going to run away from my responsibilities.

Once again, he who ignores the problems of revolutionary strategy would do better not to talk about revolutions at all.

It never entered my father's mind nor my mind ever to do a job other than at one's best ability.

Man, like the universe, is a machine. Nothing enters our minds or determines our actions which is not directly or indirectly a response to stimuli beating upon our sense organs from without.