When I run barefoot, I put my shoes on my hands. Running around with shoe-hands looks a little weird.

Stereotypes happen. I try not to embrace them or avoid them.

I'm a non-confrontational person. If I order salmon and I get chicken, I'm going to eat the chicken.

I'm not gonna be able to grow a beard. I've realized my limitations as a human.

Yoga helps me be a stronger runner. I can lose track of my form, and yoga reminds me how important it is.

I ran track in high school. I was a fragile young man, personally and physically. I tried football. That didn't work out; I broke my collarbone. But I always loved running.

My job is to focus on bringing characters to life in an honest and personal way.

I've always been very aware of my own humanity. The limits of my humanity.

Thankfully, I was able to go to Marquette University and get my education, a Catholic education, so I could please my family, because I think they wanted me to be a priest.

My mom put me in dance classes when I was 5 years old.

When I run in the morning, my body spends the first 20 minutes trying to figure out what's happening to it.

She made him feel guilty at times. The problem was that she was so honest herself, almost transparent. It seemed criminal to be deceiving her.

People cannot live forever, but memories can. Never pass up an opportunity to create awesome memories with your special ones.

If you possess the basic necessities in life, there is absolutely no reason for you to feel any sorrows. For there is someone praying to be in your place.

Suckers have no business with money anyway.

I can't put bars on my insides; my love is something I can't hide.

I cannot believe that my illness is natural. I suspect Satan, and therefore I am the more inclined to take it lightly.

Good manners are a combination of intelligence, education, taste and style mixed together so that you don't need any of those things.

While I was in Montrose, the publishing checks went into the band's coffers. This was our management's decision; we were just financing ourselves on the road.

I could have gone on to be an engineer full time, except that there was more demand for my playing. But the love of working the board never leaves you.

Why is it that there's more indignation over a photo of a prisoner with underwear on his head than over the video of a young American with no head at all?