I run; I am a coward at heart. I swear, when I smell violence or aggression the coward comes out in me. I have no desire to fight anybody except myself.

"Good guy" or "bad guy", hero or anti hero; doesn't matter to me, what role I play, only the character have something magical.

I don't know what my appeal is. I can see I've got blue eyes and don't look like the Hunchback of Notre Dame but I can't understand the fuss.

I've seen things you people wouldn't believe.

Maybe you'll end up like me, a hobo with a shotgun.

I've seen attack ships on fire on the shoulder of Orion, I've seen moon beams glisten at the Ten hauser gate, all those memories, lost like tears in the rain.

Most of the real bad guys in the world are people like you and me; they're not stupid, and you can't smell their horns.

By not going to school I learned that the world is a beautiful place and needs to be discovered.

‘Blade Runner’ is such a unique film. How do you describe a diamond? I don’t think you should ever touch it again.

Whatsoever your hand finds to do, do it gladly. Because there is no work, love, knowledge, or wisdom in the grave.

Then he releases a dove and dies while sitting in a rain storm

As I look around the quiet room, I see a thousand leather covers like doorways into worlds unknown.

A poem is true if it hangs together. Information points to something else. A poem points to nothing but itself.

—I don't want to lose you —Then why are you the one that keeps letting go?

I know God can cut it (popularity) off in a minute.

I want in 40 years to still be acting and to more than anything have longevity and not just be this huge flash in the pan and then disappear.

The American government is making nuclear weapons like there's no tomorrow.

The experience of every past moment but belies the faith of each present.

Now she had a fumbling knowledge that, had she ever understood Ashley, she would never have loved him; had she ever understood Rhett, she would never have lost him.

People have this idea that nature dictates a sort of 1950s sitcom version of what males and females are like. That is just not the case in the insect world.

In harvest time, harvest folk, servants and all Should make, all together, good cheer in the hall Once ended the harvest, let none be beguiled Please such as did help thee, man, woman and child.