The bluest skies . . . are in Seattle.

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.

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.

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.

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

A rich man who robs from the poor is really a pauper in the land of morality.

You can pull people to your own winter and freeze them up or you can take your sun to people’s own winter and warm them up! It is up to you to bring hell or heaven to people’s life!

When something hurts them, they weep.By night, they rest, they sleep

I wanted to shoot straight, mainstream, somehow off-beat. Not only realistic West, which is quite unfamiliar to the world's population - even to a lot of Americans.

I think our lives are surely but the dreams Of spirits, dwelling in the distant spheres, Who as we die, do one by one awake.

Oh, get out of the way, Percy,” said Fred. “Harry’s in a hurry.” “Yeah, he’s off to the Chamber of Secrets for a cup of tea with his fanged servant,” said George, chortling.

He has the manner of a giant with the look of a child, a lazy activeness, a mad wisdom, a solitude encompassing the world.

I'm used to watching old movies of myself.

God created astrologers to make pollsters look accurate.

I hate playing the bass, bro. I've been playing the bass because it's there and I don't want anyone else to play it.