No matter how difficult things are, and no matter how much grief and loss there is, you can turn it into something positive.

Getting older is a struggle. I always feel that just under the surface of acceptance and enjoyment of the ageing process is a terrible hysteria just waiting to burst out.

I don't do the whole L.A. nightlife thing.

When you look at all the miracles attributed to Jesus, they're all about change.

Acting itself is quite scary. Some people say that actors are show-offs, very egotistical and all that kind of stuff, but it is quite scary.

I suppose I'm something of an eccentric dresser.

I'm not a Tony Blair impersonator.

I love being able to play as many different characters, in as many different worlds as I possibly can. That's what I really enjoy.

I'm a huge fan of science fiction and fantasy - not so much horror because I get a bit scared.

I am prone to get carried away thinking about creative projects.

My chief gifts are - naturally good at all sports with a raw talent for pretty much everything, which if nurtured could develop into improper talent.

Opportunities, like roses, come with a beautiful fragrance, but also with thorns.

Forgive my grief for one removedThy creature whom I found so fairI trust he lives in Thee and thereI find him worthier to be loved.

Though a smile is little work, its effects are long lasting.

If a man does not keep pace with his companions, perhaps it is because he hears a different drummer. Let him step to the music which he hears, however measured or far away.

Getting on a plane is hard for me, but I do it, because travel is vital to me.

One of the beauties of art is that it reflects an artist's entire life. What I've learned over the past 30 years is really beginning to inform what I make. I hope that process continues until I die.

Some tulips last so long you could almost dust them off, and others you can't trust over night.

Acting is not a competition; everything must be done for the good of the film or else everybody loses.

He stood beside a cottage lone And listened to a lute, One summer's eve, when the breeze was gone, And the nightingale was mute.

A teacher's major contribution may pop out anonymuosly in the life of some ex-student's grandchild.