Perhaps people don't come into their true maturity until a parent dies.

There is a road, no simple highway, between the dawn and the dark of night, and if you go, no one may follow, that path is for your steps alone.

But never give your love, my friend, Unto a foolish heart

One man gathers what another man spills

Once in awhile you get shown the light, in the strangest of places if you look it right

Don't waste the breath to save your face, When you have done your best, And even more is asked of you, Let fate decide the rest.

In wickedness of pride is lost the light to understand how little grace is earned and how much given.

The sky was yellow and the sun was blue.

Ain't nobody messin' with you but you

If my words did glow with the gold of sunshine And my tunes were played on the harp unstrung Would you hear my voice come through the music Would you hold it near as it were your own?

Sometimes we live no particular way but our own

Not being excited is to have missed the whole point of life.

Because even the smallest of words can be the ones to hurt you, or save you.

You can stay here with your papa and die or you can go with me.... You'll be all right.

The situation is like this: they hired our parents to destroy this world, and now they'd like to put us to work rebuilding it, and -- to add insult to injury -- at a profit.

Avoid methodology. If what you're doing is about technique, that's not art.

When you're not under a 'series regular' contract, and other jobs come up, you try to juggle everything.

When you have bacon in your mouth, it doesn't matter who's president.

It is possible to eat English piecrust, whatever you may think at first. The English eat it, and when they stand up and walk away, they are hardly bent over at all.

My main worry is that after a certain point you become so identified with a character and a series that you might not be able to get work when your show goes off the air.

Cheap cigars come in handy; they stifle the odor of cheap politicians.