Immigration is the sincerest form of flattery.

Looking back, my life so far seems like one long obstacle race, with me as its chief obstacle.

I have never seen a bad television program, because I refuse to. God gave me a mind, and a wrist that turns things off.

As I look back on my life, I see it as one long obstacle course with myself as the main obstacle.

Doing the show was like painting the George Washington Bridge. As soon as you finished one end, you started right in on the other.

I'm complicated, sentimental, lovable, honest, loyal, decent, generous, likable, and lonely. My personality is not split; it's shredded.

Randy and I were goggle-eyed as we gazed over the wonders of what Walt Disney had wrought. It was a magnificent demonstration of what God could do if He had more imagination.

Disneyland is such a big thing to Californians, I discovered that when you cross the border you have to raise your right hand and take an oath that you believe in Walt Disney.

It's almost impossible to dislike me, because I do nothing.

Poor people have more fun than rich people, they say; and I notice it's the rich people who keep saying it.

Hollywood, we decided, was a nice place to die, but we wouldn't want to live there.

he way up is through service, Sacrificial service - it is better to serve than to be served

The problem lies not with genre but with formula, which consists of seeing genre conventions as restrictions rather than mere guidelines, ends in themselves rather than possibilities.

Lack of independent thinking is lacking in confidence.

In that wounded place, buried betweenmy ribs and letting go, I miss you.

All the discoveries seem to be discoveries of means.

The only thing that matters is that we stand firm.

When you're being told that you're good at something, you start to believe them and then you forget about your hopes and dreams.

If you want to know how many prison cells to build, look at the number of third graders who can't read.

The easiest way for me to lose interests is to know too much of what I want to say before I begin.

You peasant swain! You whoreson malt-horse drudge!