I’m the one who requires a nice scratch behind my ears, and then I’ll tap my toe, and that’ll be fine.

The great appeal of baseball, among the great appeals, it's a game without time. It is a pastoral game that is separated from time.

And believe it or not, a new record from Philly's greatest, the Roots. It's kind of bitter sweet, to be honest. Well, maybe not so bitter. It's called "Rising Down."

The only single guy driving a minivan is a guy whose mother bought the van 16 years ago...

The lie is, even if you do work out, you'll never look like Madonna. That's the lie.

I guess that's the major difference between '80s-club Madonna and today's Madonna is she can get anyone she wants to show up in the studio for her.

Turkey's great if you're one of those people who can't sleep on planes because when the tryptophan kicks in, it's no problem.

Friday means popcorn and multiplexes, speaking of movies, and it is the multi that is the problem. So many movie screens. The struggle of what to put on them.

Then, as Father had trained him, Rigg thought past his feelings.

As far as oligarchs who acquire sports team abroad, and invest money abroad, I wouldn't treat this phenomenon as something bad.

Art is the most beautiful of all lies.

Anything you see on the screen was at one point approved by me.

There are no men like me. There's only me

I think a lot of women are incredibly tough and they're just really admirable. Especially the way that, given what they've got, they just manage to carry on.

It has been petrified into a slavery of thought and sentiment, as intolerant superiority on the part of the few and an intolerable burden on the part of the many.

I wanted to paint pictures of people. I thought, "Why bother doing anything else. Everything else is a waste of time. I want to tell stories about people and their feelings and emotions."

That which comes slow comes solid.

Failure makes excuses. Success just keeps swinging the bat.