And now I have a big house, nice clothes and I travel in first class and I love it, so maybe it's time to enjoy being a star.

I've always loved the idea of changing myself, wearing costumes and disguises. It takes you back to being a kid, to dressing up.

People pretend to be nice, people pretend to be smooth, and polite and everything, but this is only an appearance, because the way we're built as human beings is only in paradox and contradictions.

Perfection is not just about control, it is also about letting go.

Good guys need to be a little dirty otherwise they're just boring.

The only person standing in your way is you.

You can't escape from what you are.

I always had the sense of being in the spotlight, being on stage, being looked at.

I'm more attracted to the bad guys. Why? Because in real life, I don't know any good guys. I know okay guys. I know polite guys. I know people who can control themselves.

People look up to Jacques Mesrine as if he were a Robin Hood, stealing from the rich, but he never gave anything back to anybody.

I don't really shop any more. I only do it when I have to. I think it is very overrated.

Good fantasy fiction: ... explores real human conditions through fantastic metaphors which universalize the characters' individual experiences to speak personally to us all.

May the knowledge of the Gospel, the power of salvation transform our lives to walk in the light.

Early in life I had to choose between honest arrogance and hypocritical humility. I chose the former and have seen no reason to change.

I blame all the craziness of people buying houses, re-doing them and selling them, on these programs on television where they are redoing your homes and kitchens.

A guest of one's time and not a member of the household.

We knew Chris Matthews had no shame. Now we also know the king of TV ghouls has no souls

Good education has got to be good entertainment.

Our life would be what we made of it--nothing more, nothing less.

I don’t know, Sage. You threw yourself in the line of pepper spray for me. You must like me just a little bit.” “I— I figured it’d be a shame to ruin your pretty face,” I stammered.

The chief thing that separates us from God is the thought that we are separated from God.