People ask me, what was your rock bottom? I say, pick.

My favorite pastime is to write.

I take great solace that Einstein failed math. I failed math. I also failed English and home economics. Einstein was an underachiever.

I am a proud participant of the Spencer Tracy School of Acting: Know your lines, don't bump into the furniture.

There is a weirdness about having a famous pre-pubescent in the house when you are going through the trials and tribulations of adolescence.

Being a child star is great. It's being a former child star that sucks.

My motto in life is, 'If anything is worth doing, it's worth overdoing.'

When I was living on the street I would be standing out in front of Grauman's Chinese Theater, leaning against my car and signing autographs and nobody had any idea that I was living in it.

If you're a kid in Southern California, somebody - whether it's you or your parents - somebody throws your hat into the ring and I think everyone had a commercial or two.

I'm really going to miss me.

There's nothing like turning on the radio and listening to the high-speed chase that you're leading police on!

The true measure of a man is how he treats you when others are not looking.

If you had hope, maybe you could find a way to make things change, . Because if you thought about it, there were so many reasons to try.

The old is dying and the new cannot be born. In this interregnum there arises a great diversity of morbid symptoms.

You can't put your finger on who I am. I can't put my finger on who I am.

Language is in decline. Not only has eloquence departed but simple, direct speech as well, though pomposity and banality have not.

There is something in statistics that makes it very similar to astrology.

It's all mental management. Whether you can do something or not is in your head.

I love these pet names," she said, gazing soulfully up into his eyes, "Nitwit. Sap skull. Termagant. How they make my heart flutter!

All ballet, all reading, all music. That was my world, my inner world.

We wound our modesty and make foul the clearness of our deservings, when of ourselves we publish them.