Regrets... Regrets are bootless. A vain trick of the mind. An impotent raging against what cannot be changed anyway. A distraction from the moment.

If we choose to hold onto the past and cling to hurt, anger, or whatever, He can't set us free of it. He won't take those things by force.

She's terse. I can be terse. Once, in flight school, I was laconic.

He paused and manufactured a chuckle.

My house is very clean apart from a very small part of it that looks as if we've been burgled, which is my office.

My record of 13 goals in the World Cup finals still stands.

My two great heroes are W. B. Yeats and Federico Garcia Lorca.

Real art has the capacity to make us nervous.

I have a driver in London because I am slightly dyslexic and cannot drive in the U.K.; after all, the traffic runs the opposite way to that in the United States.

All acting is an act of imagination. You are simply conjuring up imaginary circumstances in your mind and responding truthfully to them.

Down in Louisiana where the alligators grow so mean, there lived a girl that I swear to the world made the alligators look tame.