Sometimes I make my life a living hell by writing complex stories with complex characters. But I love it.

Thanksgiving, man. Not a good day to be my pants.

There's no better feeling in the world than a warm pizza box on your lap.

Think first. Think twice. Think again. Respect others. Respect yourself. Respect dreams.

Pie...it fills the cracks of the heart. Go away, pain.

Nobody actually ever does this—escaping through a window.

I had my boy in Boston on Easter Sunday. That kills me, from a sports perspective. He's a Boston baby and I'm a New York guy.

A song can take you to a special time in your life.

Every time you make a decision, you mess with someone's life.

It's always cool to meet people who can do things that you have no capacity to do.

Once a year my back will go out and it'll be... it's like a sciatic thing and it's the smallest thing. Like I could be leaning over the sink to brush my teeth in a weird way and it happens.

Don't make it worse by thinking it's more painful than it actually is.

I play guys who never smile, and I never stop smiling.

A tree is like a saint. It calls no one to itself, nor does it send anyone away. It offers to protect everyone who wants to come to it, whether this be a man, a woman, a child, or an animal.

Random? You'€™d almost think we were dealing with an identifiable enemy motivated by a distinct ideology that is drawn verbatim from a particular belief system'€™s scriptures. Nah . . .

Nobody knows really what they're doing and there's two ways to go with that information. One is to be afraid and the other is to be liberated, and I choose to be liberated by it.

What is it that distinguishes man from animals? It is not his upright posture.

The main thing I despise about America now is driving on the freeways.

Metaphor is not, and never has been, a mere literary term. It is an event.

Social Security has never failed to pay promised benefits, and Democrats will fight to make sure that Republicans do not turn a guaranteed benefit into a guaranteed gamble.

Show me a country where the bombs had to fallShow me the ruins of buildings so tallAnd I'll show you a young landWith many reasons whyThere but for fortune, go you or IYou or I.