People have always thought that I wasn't ambitious. They judged by appearances and were fooled. I was competitive. I wanted success and was willing to work for it.

Just the other day, it seems, the kids were running through the house, slamming doors, breaking glass, making noise. Time goes by so quickly. Sometimes everything seems so fleeting.

Acting coaches in Hollywood were always telling me to use my hands and body more. But that was never me. I just breathe and sometimes it doesn't look as if I'm doing that.

My only regret in life is that I didn't spend as much time with my kids as I now wish I had.

We also own a little boat and I'm like a kid with it. I take off early in the morning, fishing rod in tow, and just drift about the ocean all day.

That I can't relate to today's music or morals doesn't make either necessarily bad. Just different. I leave the judgements to others.

I had 13 weeks off and I would pack up the family and drive to some mountain retreat where we could be together and fish all day. I loved it. I needed it.

I worked with the world's greatest talents and then went home to the world's greatest woman. It was, and is, a great life.

But today, I feel the genuine warmth, the affection, and although I may joke about it, I am touched.

The bluest skies . . . are in Seattle.

In many ways, that affection is the real reward for 56 years in the business. Although the money ain't exactly bad either.

Ohana means family - no one gets left behind, and no one is ever forgotten.' <3

savorwith methe lushnessof a lingering sleep...and last night’sdream.

Raising children is a creative endeavor, an art rather than a science.

Power cedes nothing without a demand.

I've spent about that amount of time trying to tell the public that there was purpose in... my business, my career and the roller coaster ride... how the people I associated with worked together.

She was a Jew feeder without a question in the world on that man's first night in Molching. She was an arm reacher, deep into a mattress, to deliver a sketchbook to a teenage girl. (84.25)

I try to only vent when I really need to process something, and let the rest go.

Man is a prisoner who has no right to open the door of his prison and run away. . . . A man should wait, and not take his own life until God summons hiom.

Neither political party is clean when it comes to tactics that divide our people.

If he raced his pregnant wife he'd finish third.