My great-aunt. . . . said nobody under 18 had any business reading Dickens. . . . She was right.
The putting on of vestments and lighting candles, it's a wonderful ritual that never changes from one Mass to another.
Some mornings you wake up and think, gee I look handsome today. Other days I think, what am I doing in the movies? I wanna go back to Ireland and drive a forklift.
There's periods now in our New York residence when I hear the door opening, especially the first couple of years. . . Anytime I hear that door opening I still think I'm gonna hear her.
Every time I see Anthony Hopkins I think that, to some extent, he has just been getting away with it all these years.
Men fear most what they cannot see.
But I was very, very lucky, and it was a wake up call as far as motorbikes are concerned. I never flirted with death on the bike, but now I'm totally convinced they're death machines.
We don't always get the kind of work we want, but we always have a choice of whether to do it with good grace or not.
It's amazing what can happen if you just put your arm around somebody. It's the truest thing and the simplest thing that does the most good a lot of times and I hope that we can all just reach out to each other.
If we want to solve a problem that we have never solved before, we must leave the door to the unknown ajar.
What will a Hillary Clinton presidency look like? The answer by now seems obvious: It will look like her presidential campaign, which in turn looks increasingly like the first Clinton presidency. Which is to say, high-minded ideals, lowered execution, half truths, outright lies (and imaginary flights), take-no prisoners politics, some very good policy ideas, a presidential spouse given to wallowing in anger and self-pity, and a succession of aides and surrogates pushed under the bus when things don't go right. Which is to say, often.