I love theater. Like, every time I go to New York, I see a play.

I had to take the driver's test twice. And they don't make you parallel park anymore, but you can't hit the curb when you're backing up. And I hit the curb.

I love entertaining people and making them laugh. It's my favorite thing to do.

I think the Beatles are a lot of people's favorite band.

I'm an only child, and after making the movie [Yours, Mine and Ours], I know it would be awesome to have 17 brothers and sisters in real life.

I write songs all the time in my room. I play them for my friends and family.

I'm on the Web a lot. I like to play games online. Sometimes I play Sims.

Growing up, my next door neighbor was my best friend and an only child too.

One fan asked me to sign their sock. That was crazy. They just took off their shoe and handed me their sock and asked if I'd sign it.

I might die if I forget how to breathe.

The first time someone called me a role model, I remember thinking, 'What does that mean?' But I feel aware of it when I'm reading scripts.

If I never see you again I will always carry youinsideoutsideon my fingertipsand at brain edgesand in centerscentersof what I am ofwhat remains.

Literature is a virus.

Always surround yourself with people who lift you up, rather than hold you down.

When we started out, you could design a chip with a few guys in a basement.

I always used to say to myself, I'm going to die of lung cancer. That's the choice I'm making.

somewhere i have never traveled, gladly beyond any experience, your eyes have their silence; in your most frail gesture are things which enclose me, or which i cannot touch because they are too near

How has anyone ever understood anyone, except through love, which is wordless?

Nothing you can lose by dying is half as precious as the readiness to die, which is man's charter of nobility.

The mathematical sciences wield their particular language made of digits and signs, no less subtle than any other.

And for the rest of the night, he couldn’t quite forget the smell of her perfume. Or maybe it was the soft sound of her chuckle. Or maybe it was neither of those things. Maybe it was just her.