My father was a CPA. He worked hard in the aircraft industry, and would come home more and more infrequently. He was about to leave my mother, which he did when I was 15.

We all have our time machines, don't we. Those that take us back are memories...And those that carry us forward, are dreams.

At age 10 or 12 he's going to boarding school in the Isle of Wight. The Isle of Wight is, of course, down at the bottom of England just off South Hampton.

We all have our time machines. Some take us back, they're called memories. Some take us forward, they're called dreams.

I was the youngest. The yule lamb. The one who always got away without doing the washing up. My sister was four years older, and my brother six years.

What takes us back to the past are the memories. What brings us forward is our dreams.

It's just money; it's made up. Pieces of paper with pictures on it so we don't have to kill each other just to get something to eat.

When it seems that someone has shattered your dreams....pick up even the smallest of pieces and use them to build bigger and better dreams.

So the better my partner or my opposition, however you like to think about it, the better my game.

I think I would not be described as a character actor in that I don't take on characteristics which are very alien to me.

Most people are robust. If a man puts his hand on a woman’s bottom, any woman worth her salt can deal with it. It is communication. Can’t we be friendly?

We may have all come on different ships, but we're in the same boat now.

Study me in my slow and patient demise. Watch what happens to me. Learn with me.

America is totally under control of the Jews, you know. I mean, look what they're doing in Yugoslavia...

I don't feel old. I feel like a young man that has something wrong with him.

Fortune seldom troubles the wise man. Reason has controlled his greatest and most important affairs, controls them throughout his life, and will continue to control them.

When it comes to white jeans, fabric is key.

I think music talks to you on an emotional level, regardless of where you're from. I guess I related to the tempo of rap, the aggressiveness.

I have no intention of becoming a shorthand author.

God knows just the place where you'll be placed. He has a barren living room in desperate need of warmth and joy. A corner of the world needs some color. He selected you with that place in mind.

I think that it's okay to be mad at someone who hurt you. This isn't about, like, the pageantry of trying to seem like nothing affects you.