But then he put aside the awkward encounter, which his mind allowed him to do quite easily. He could compartmentalize at an astonishing level. It came from not giving a shit.

Dark, cool, musty, smoky, where light fell funny and everyone looked like someone you knew or wanted to know. Or, more likely, wanted to forget.

It would cut into him at unpredictable moments, like a gutting knife made of colored light.

In his mind progress was always to be measured in inches, especially when you didn’t have yards or even feet of success to show off.

Faith is like the freshness of dewdrops.

Fight the good fight of faith

I like to see an angry Englishman, " said Poirot. "They are very amusing. The more emotional they feel the less command they have of language.

Never let your ego get in the way of asking for help when in desperate need. We have all been helped at a point in our lives.

I've seen a lot people like him, but they weren't playing on the wing.

Whenever two good people argue over principles, they are both right.

It's a pretty good job being an actor, but it's work sometimes. And when I say work, I mean it's a job.

The trouble with asking questions is you sometimes get answers you don't wanna hear.

We are always boosting or trying to prop up the ego by fulfilling some desire or other, and always craving affirmation from the outside.

To be a part of a show that makes that not feel demanding and makes it feel natural and makes you want to go to work, every day, and be excited about it, from what I hear, that's pretty rare.