I fight for other people better than I fight for myself.

It’s all about falling in love with yourself and sharing that love with someone who appreciates you, rather than looking for love to compensate for a self love deficit.

The price we pay for being ourselves is worth it.

I've never felt that fear is my enemy. Fear is my friend. It offers me a chance to stay alert, keep growing, continue creating something new. If you don't take that sort of risk, you learn nothing.

A man has always wanted to lay me down but he never wanted to pick me up.

I have used all the manure that has been thrown on me as fertilizer to make me stronger.

I fall in love with myself, and I want someone to share it with me. And I want someone to share me, with me.

I am learning all the time. The tombstone will be my diploma.

My recipe for life is not being afraid of myself, afraid of what I think or of my opinions.

My house was bugged. They couldn't find any information on me being a subversive because I happen to love America; I just don't like some of the things the government is doing.

Don't depend on other people to be responsible for you. Don't make yourself stressed out over nonsensical things like material things.

I am not afraid of the pen or the scaffold or the sword. I will tell the truth whenever I please.

I think the best advice came from Drew Barrymore, about always finding love in everything you do and keeping a positive attitude and being thankful.

After 'Wedding Crashers' I was just surprised as to the lack of comedic female material there is. So I had to start working and getting stuff out there for myself.

A lot of philosophy is bull***t, but a lot of it is what we write songs about too. And it's organizing your thoughts, organizing your intellect.

The printed page seems to have come to something of a dead end for all of us.

The doer and the thinker, no allowances for the other, as the failing light illuminates the mercenaries creed.

I can say, Christ has been my only object; thank God, my righteousness too... Hold fast to Christ.

I had a one day slip, Matt. So what do you do? You get up and you go on, and you try not to do it again.

Do I wither up and disappear, or do I make the best of my time left?

Fatherhood didnt change me in the beginning very much.