You know, one of the classics when somebody invents something, you go why the hell didn't I think of that.

It's everyone's destiny to be glooped at some point in their life.

I'm fortunate because people can't put a label on me, which I embrace wholeheartedly.

I've been to Australia a couple of times, but never to the north or the centre. I would love to see Ayers Rock.

We all sing about the things we're thinking; musicals are about expressing those emotions that you can't talk about. It works a real treat.

People don't seem to be able to pigeonhole me yet, which is great.

Comic-Con is a bizarre world. It's wonderful. It's nice, feeling the love. Everywhere you walk, you feel the love.

I had to groan a bit on the couch when my brow was mopped - as it is when you've been shot across the chest.

I had my trousers on at all times.

When I was filming 'Buffy the Vampire Slayer' in America, for a couple of weeks beforehand we would always fit in a family holiday in California.

I've always resisted the idea of becoming a David Hasselhoff, and I hope I'm still resisting it.

Enjoy the ride while it still lasts.

The eighties happened. The nineties happened. Death and sickness and getting fat and going bald happened. I traded lots of dreams for a bigger paycheck, and I never even realized I was doing it.

You are a writer. You just need to write.

In science read by preference the newest works in literature the oldest. The classic literature is always modern.

I think once I fail enough as a dad, I'll be looking for help wherever I can get it. I just need enough time to screw things up and then I'll start looking to TV dads for advice.

Nobody else can make us discouraged; it is a choice that we alone make when facing disappointments.

I take toleration to be a part of religion. I do not know which I would sacrifice; I would keep them both: it is not necessary that I should sacrifice either.

Usage is like oxygen for ideas. That means every moment you're working on something without it being in the public it's actually dying, deprived of the oxygen of the real world.

Few can remember clearly when innocence came to a sudden end, the moment at which we ask for the first time: Am I loved?