I feel like everything has happened naturally.

I've learned it's important not to limit yourself. You can do whatever you really love to do, no matter what it is.

If I eat a huge meal and I can get the girl to rub my belly, I think that's about as romantic as I can think of.

Sometimes I think that the one thing I love most about being an adult is the right to buy candy whenever and wherever I want.

I love being Canadian. I think growing up in Canada gives you a world perspective that I certainly enjoy.

I sometimes forget to have breakfast in the morning, but when I actually buy a box of cereal, I will probably eat it not only for breakfast but also as a snack later on.

Talking about muscles. They're like pets basically. They're not worth it. You have to feed them all the time and take care of them, and if you don't, they just go away. They run away.

I try not to discriminate against genres.

Cars can have a hypnotic effect. You can get in a car and get out and not really remember the trip.

Freedom is such a gift.

I feel there is something nice about not talking. Like you can say more by actually saying less.

Partout où il y a représentation indépendante, le spectacle se reconstitue.

Being popular comes when you have everything. But to be liked, it means that you must be treating people with respect and you must be showing kindness toward them.

Walk slowly through the world and pay attention

I feel like shouting, hallelujah, all the time, when I think that I ever I knew Joseph Smith, the Prophet.

...you cannot punish a wet child for the rain.

Nothing will demoralize the nation so much as that we should learn to despise labour.

A historian is battling all the time to remember as much as possible.

Playwrights are like men who have been dining for a month in an Indian restaurant. After eating curry night after night, they deny the existence of asparagus.

Every minute we were together, I felt like I was wandering in the dark through a strange house, groping for a light switch. And then, whenever I found one and turned it on, the bulb was dead.

One night a father overheard his son pray: Dear God, make me the kind of man my Daddy is. Later that night, the father prayed, Dear God, make me the kind of man my son wants me to be.