You just want to keep playing consistently now and keep working hard and I'm sure the goals will come.

I love football, football is my life.

Just to confirm to all my followers I have had a hair transplant. I was going bald at 25 why not.

I just hate losing and that gives you an extra determination to work harder.

I love football so when I finish playing I would like to still be involved in it somehow and a ­manager would be my first choice.

Perfect partners don't exist. Perfect conditions exist for a limited time in which partnerships express themselves best.

Pulling on your country's shirt is the greatest honour a footballer can have. It's what I always dreamed of as a kid and I get a buzz every time.

I'll keep doing my training and I'm sure the goals will come.

I grew up an Everton fan, my whole family are Everton fans and I grew up hating Liverpool. And that hasn't changed.

Everyone who watches me play knows I am an honest player. play the game as honestly as I can. If the referee gives a penalty there is nothing you can do.

The important thing is to be there, score when needed. It's better if the goals are beautiful, better still if they are important.

The Truth of God is taught by the Holy Spirit.

There were more than a dozen extinction level events before even the dinosaurs got theirs!

My deep religiosity [...] found an abrupt ending at the age of twelve, through the reading of popular scientific books.

In some bigger cities, I don't think people really realize these structures were built for the Olympics.

When introduced at the wrong time or place, good logic may be the worst enemy of good teaching.

Just as the pure crystal takes color from the object which is nearest to it, so the mind, when it is cleared of thought-waves, achieves sameness or identity with the object of its concentration.

Because I’ve got a lot more terms of endearment to use. Honey pie. Sugarplum. Bread pudding," “Why are they all high-calorie foods?

Reading a book should not be a passive exercise, but rather a raucous conversation.

Never yet could I find that a black had uttered a thought above the level of plain narration; never saw even an elemental trait of painting or sculpture.

It is strange how a memory will grow into a wax figure, how the cherub grows suspiciously prettier as its frame darkens with age-strange, strange are the mishaps of memory.