I don't want marriage. You know why? Because I did that. I did it for 32 years.

And I would urge all women to have that regular mammogram.

I became the butterfly. I got out of the cocoon, and I flew.

And so I was very grateful that I didn't do the British stiff upper lip, but I went straight to a therapist. And she was wonderful and helpful, and I went for about two years.

As an actor, particularly because I'm - I would call myself a character actor. I change my look, my physical appearance and my body, my hair color, my whatever all the time for a role.

God always has another custard pie up his sleeve.

But I'm looking at life, and I'm putting nothing off.

There were times after my marriage ended where, you know, I really felt like I was at the bottom of a mountain, there was a great big, fog up there, and I'm never going to cross to the other side.

And yet, I suppose you mourn the loss or the death of what you thought your life was, even if you find your life is better after. You mourn the future that you thought you'd planned.

Smart girls know how to play tennis, piano, and dumb.

They have - they do still hit me occasionally, and it's an overwhelming grief for what - even though my life is so good now, even including going through treatment for cancer, my life is incredible.

I breathe slowly and deeply. I make my eyes still under eyelids, I make my mind still, and soon, Sleep, seeing a perfect reproduction of himself, comes to be united with his facsimile.

Death is a meeting place of sea and sea.

The next time you're looking at a charity, don't ask about the rate of their overhead. Ask about the scale of their dreams.

A bachelor is a guy who leans toward women - but not far enough to lose his balance.

Clothes don't make the man, but they make all of him except his hands and face during business hours, and that's a pretty considerable area of the human animal.

His nerve, his memory, and I can't remember the third thing.

Sometimes it's a little bit like being a politician. We have work to do in understanding our users sentiments.

Painters tend to ignore the challenges and thrills that sculptors enjoy daily - volume... like the perfect, imperfect voluminous oval of the egg.

When a generation talks just to itself, it becomes more filled with folly than it might have otherwise.