Why are people so interested in other people's relationships? It's like stealing.

I've been around since I was 19, I won the Oscar when I was 21, I've had a couple of TV series. I've continued to work despite the predictions of some naysayers.

Deaf people can do anything, except hear.

When I was 13, I told Henry Winkler I wanted to act. He said, Do it and don't let anyone stand in your way. His validation just made it all the more true. I haven't stopped thanking him since.

I have a great husband, great parents and in-laws, and I have help with a nanny. It's not easy, but there are others who do it every day and don't have a high-profile job as I do.

It was ability that mattered, not disability, which is a word I'm not crazy about using.

I got a good handshake. A lot of executives tell me I have the best handshake in Hollywood.

I have made the choices that work best for me. I know I cannot please everyone, and that's fine.

I live my life like everyone else; everyone has their own obstacles. Mine is deafness.

Silence is the last thing the world will ever hear from me.

When I learned to sign and speak at the same time, the whole world opened up to me. That's the beauty of encouraging kids who are deaf to use whatever it takes to communicate.

Emotionally intelligent people hold themselves accountable for their behavior, failures, decisions, and successes.

Don't bait your breath. That's bad for your health.

No degree of prosperity can be sufficient to eliminate all misfortune, and sloth is impervious to opportunity.

Ridley Scott obviously an iconic director, he's made some fantastic films. Obviously a very smart, very tasteful, thoughtful guy. So yeah, I'm in good shape; got Ridley Scott with The Cartel.

Underneath the shifting appearances of the world as perceived by our unreliable senses, is there, or is there not, a bedrock of objective reality?

If there was one thing I refused to be, it was an insignificant footnote in some boy's history.

I mean, give me a guitar, give me a piano, give me a broom and string, I wouldn't get bored anywhere.

Don't be afraid to be different.

Nowadays you envy a manic-depressive. Half the time he's happy, the other half he's right.

I think the coming of spring, the stars overhead, the first snowfall and so on are gifts for a child, a young poet.