Instead, most colleges are studies in obsolescence.

I met Cynthia when I was 12, proposed at 16, became engaged at 17, married her at 19 and we had a baby when I was 20. If extra work could pay for a lot of diapers, that was for me.

That first year at Universal was a big blur and, naturally, I thought they were wasting me. I didn't realize at the time that I was learning my craft and acting more easily in front of the camera.

Friends, near or far, are important to us. All of ours have an awareness of other persons' feelings, a courtesy that's inevitable. When I find that consideration in a fan, I'm immediately impressed.

A policeman, as you discover, has to put up with a hell of a lot of abuse. A man in any other line of work would nail a guy who laid that kind of abuse on him. I know I would.

I answer a fan with a hearing heart first.

I've been lucky - I've been an actor for eight years and I've never been out of work.

Meanwhile, Cynthia and I are busy fixing up a real old house that we just bought in Hollywood. With two children now, we just couldn't live in our small rented home any longer.

Well, I grew up in a tough neighborhood.

I noticed that almost everyone I went to college with has worked at something other than the subject they majored in. I guess that's one of the reasons for campus unrest.

I feel that education needs an overhaul - courses are obsolete and grades are on the way out.

It can be accepted that there is a price for man's work, time spent or service done, but never for human dignity.

Honesty has become the second best policy with your spouse…discretions apply elsewhere

I'm just a young guy with big dreams who is working hard to make it on top while many people are waiting for my downfall, they don't support but hate and talk negativity.

You drive me crazy!" "You were always crazy. I just highlight it.

In and out of government, I've always been willing to take on complicated, sometimes unpopular, issues and work them through to have a solution.

I see at intervals the glance of a curious sort of bird through the close set bars of a cage: a vivid, restless, resolute captive is there; were it but free, it would soar cloud-high.

You can play jacks, and girls do that with a soft ball and do tricks with it. Oh, Oh, dog Biscuit, and when he is happy he doesn't get snappy.

I see that being looked at askance as a form of elitism now, which is really scary.

Cold calculation, random spots of color, mathematically exact construction (clearly shown or concealed), drawing that is now silent and now strident . . . . Is this not form?

Error, by force of contrast, enhances the triumph of Truth.