The sad thing about any business I suppose, but in mine you see it particularly, is that you’re always asked to do what you’ve already done.

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?

The efforts of tracking small achievements every day creates a record of your progress. Do this consistently and it will serve you well.

Your life is your greatest asset.

My experience of malaria was just taking anti-malarials, which give you strange dreams, because I don't want to get malaria.

I was a postman one Christmas and I developed a morbid fear of dogs.

Parents need all the help they can get. The strongest as well as the most fragile family requires a vital network of social supports.

I do have ADD and in real life, I'm all over the place and can hardly focus. If we were talking for, for more than an hour or so, I'd start drifting off... I can't sit still too long.

Not everything that is faced can be changed. But nothing can be changed until it is faced.

How beautiful it is for a man to die Upon the walls of Zion! to be called Like a watch-worn and weary sentinel, To put his armour off, and rest in heaven!

If I don't have time to live my life well the first time, when am I going to find the time to go back and live it over?

There are stories still in existence that I wrote when I was five. However, I did not get published until I was seven.