I'm a scamp. I don't deny it. I like myself.

There's only two people in your life you should lie to... the police and your girlfriend.

People who speak in metaphors should shampoo my crotch.

My whole career strategy has been to build a base so that I could take the roles I want to play. I'd hate to think that a shorter part might not be available because I was worried about my billing.

I'm Irish. I think about death all the time.

Beer, it's the best damn drink in the world.

With my sunglasses on, I'm Jack Nicholson. Without them, I'm fat and 60.

The minute that you're not learning I believe you're dead.

Human beings are always going to find interesting ways of making a mess of their lives. It's human nature.

I don't think many people have a very good understanding of leisure and the importance it plays in our lives.

Men dominate because of physicality, and thus they have mercy where women do not.

Your skin has a memory.In ten, twenty, thirty years from now, your skin will show the results of how it was treated today.So treat it kindly and with respect.

If you uproot the idol and fail to plant the love of Christ in its place, the idol will grow back.

Your ability to commit the EXTRA brings out the extraordinary in you. The world will only pay for that little commitment, even, than the rest of your abilities.

The ache for anything is a thick dust in the heart.

If you don't have people that the reader cares about and stories that are gripping, you've got nothing.

Similarly, although we use prepositional phrases when we write, we apparently don't write more effectively when we can label our language in these ways.

Whenever we approve, we can find a hundred good reasons to justify our approbation. Whenever we dislike, we can find a thousand to justify our dislike.

The song [The White Trash Song] was not a put down of [ my country cousins ], but a celebration. I wrote that early on, as a teenager.

Giving offers us the opportunity to reshape our destiny. When you give, you are reshaping your destiny.

Tomorrow. The word hangs in the air for a moment, both a promise and a threat. Then it floats away like a paper boat, taken from her by the water licking at her ankles.