I think the acting satisfies the need and desire for approval.

No, I don't regret anything at this point. That may change on the next phone call, but at the moment I don't regret anything.

Babies have big heads and big eyes, and tiny little bodies with tiny little arms and legs. So did the aliens at Roswell! I rest my case.

You have to create your life. You have to carve it, like a sculpture.

If saving money is wrong, I don't want to be right!

How do I stay so healthy and boyishly handsome? It's simple. I drink the blood of young runaways.

We're all embers from the same fire. Our ember winks out, we're ashes, we go back to the fire.

Has it ever occurred to you that how we deal with death is at least as important as how we deal with life?

Writing is truly a creative art - putting word to a blank piece of paper and ending up with a full-fledged story rife with character and plot.

The mysteriousness and mystique of space is such, that science fiction attempts to tantalize you by telling you a story that could possibly be out there and that's the appeal of science fiction.

Energy is the key to creativity. Energy is the key to life.

But I’ve learned that sometimes, somehow, no matter how much time we spend apart from the ones we care most about, our love for them never fades, for time apart only makes our love grow stronger.

Love is what stands in the way of self discovery, try not to find, it will find you.

Nature is so powerful, so strong. Capturing its essence is not easy - your work becomes a dance with light and the weather. It takes you to a place within yourself.

And when I retired, trust me, not only did Nolan Ryan, but the entire Ryan family had withdrawals from baseball. And it was tough.

One cannot deal with a problem with the same thinking that creates it.

As above, so below, as within, so without.

Weakness leaves, pride comes in. Confidence grows. Successful life.

Perhaps out inactivity is not so much waiting on God as it is an expression of the fear of man, the love of the praise of man, and disbelief in God's providence.

Oh God, Oh God we’re all gonna die doesn’t really fit the definition of banter, now does it?

I believe the personal is the collective. One of the ironies of writing memoir is in using the "I" it becomes an alchemical "we." This is the sorcery of literature.