Sadly, one's parameters are constantly narrowed by one's success.

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?

No child is born a delinquent. They only became that way if nobody loved them when they were kids. Unloved children grow up to be serial murderers or alcoholics.

I never knew any man in my life who could not bear another's misfortunes perfectly like a Christian.

Cerner is a company that just celebrated its 20th anniversary in 1999.

Like a cube of ice, anger cannot be eliminated by applying force, only by applying warmth, compassion and kindness.

I believe that the physical is the geography of the being.

A boy is better unborn than untaught.

I think people like watching edgy things.

Like all wage slaves, he had two crosses to bear: the people he worked for and the people he worked with

Who is he who will affirm that there must be a web of flesh and bone to hold the shape of love?

He is dead and gone, lady, He is dead and gone; At his head a grass-green turf, At his heels a stone.