I don't go against the grain because I'm a contrary person.

You have to decide if you're going to wilt like a daisy or if you're just going to go forward and live the life that you've been granted.

I believe in long, slow, deep, soft, wet kisses that last three days.

Real heroes are men who fall and fail and are flawed, but win out in the end because they've stayed true to their ideals and beliefs and commitments.

I split my time between Santa Barbara and Aspen. I live on a pretty fast horse.

Field of Dreams is probably our generation's It's A Wonderful Life.

Failure doesn't kill you... it increases your desire to make something happen.

Broken people say awful things and do incredibly absurd things.

When I played Robin Hood, I knew the great role was Alan Rickman's and it didn't bother me. I always think that leading actors should be called the best supporting actors.

When a defining moment comes along, you define the moment, or the moment defines you.

I'm a big fan of dreams. Unfortunately, dreams are our first casualty in life - people seem to give them up, quicker than anything, for a 'reality.'

Struggle is a prerequisite to surrender.

I want to show that there are indeed some universal ethical principles which could help everyone to achieve the happiness we all aspire to.

All men have need of the gods.

I think that nonexistent mythological creature just broke some of your toes," Jack said. Oh, shut up," said Charles

Never loan money, you're not reading or willing to give away.

At the top of the cycle you write policies for everybody, no matter how bad, and at the bottom you cancel everybody, no matter how good. It's a manic-depressive cycle.

You could be in the gutter and fall in love with someone, and you feel great. That's my honest opinion. I've witnessed both sides of that fence and being in love is where it's at.

It's never too early to involve your kids in giving back. And the more hands-on the experiences are, the better.

My books kept me from the ring, the dog-pit, the tavern, and the saloon.

How should we like it were stars to burn With a passion for us we could not return? If equal affection cannot be, Let the more loving one be me.