You do not play hockey for good seasons. You play to win the Stanley Cup. It has to be the objective.

It was my dream playing for the Montreal Canadiens - it was my dad's team.

Go ahead, work hard and never be afraid to try something. Even if you don't make it, at least you can say you tried

Being drafted by the Montreal Canadiens, that was the greatest moment in my career. And stealing the Stanley Cup in 1978 and bringing it back to my hometown of Thurso.

The day you hear someone call me captain will be the day I buy a boat.

When trouble comes, it's your family that supports you.

I realized that my family was more important to me than downtown night life.

Anyway, I've never been captain in 16 years in the NHL. But that didn't stop me being a leader in my own way.

The crowd doesn't give a crap as long as you bring the money in.

Play every game as if it's your last one

I was working on the farm to get in shape, about a mile away from my parents. You know, I did everything as a kid to stay in shape - jogging, work on the farm, driving the tractor. I'll never forget.

i do concentrate to make my soul beautiful more than my Body just for the reason because one day my body will expire but my soul is imperishable

I think movies are good for getting into dream states or exploring weird alternate states of thinking.

I believe God is everything, say Shug. Everything that is or ever was or ever will be. And when you can feel that, and be happy to feel that, you've found It.

When I've finally got the title, I think, "Okay, yes, now I know where we are. Now I know what it is. Fine, that must be finished or nearly finished.

I'm always learning new ways to improve my game from both players older and younger than me.

I don't think actors get good training today. I put my training to use in everything I do.

It's a very good question, very direct, and I'm not going to answer it.

I think that maybe in every company today there is always at least one person who is going crazy slowly.

With time the unbearable becomes shocking, becomes sad, and finally becomes poignant.

The personal lives of painters are tragic and inevitable and do not explain the artist. For the artist is his work and no longer human.