Even as a young boy my passion was to design and I have been very lucky to be able to do what I have loved all my life. There can be few greater gifts than that.

Ever since I was young I loved making things and being part of the design process.

The American people are not just being taxed to death they're being taxed after death. But no one should have to sell the life's work of a parent or a loved one just to pay the federal government.

I had always loved John Ford's pictures. And I came to love him too but I was frightened to death working for him. He used the shock treatment while directing me.

Loved. You can't use it in the past tense. Death does not stop that love at all.

The ideal death I think is what was the ideal Victorian death you know with your grandchildren around you a bit of sobbing. And you say goodbye to your loved ones making certain that one of them has been left behind to look after the shop.

My father was a man of love. He always loved me to death. He worked hard in the fields but my father never hit me. Never. I don't ever remember a really cross unkind word from my father.

No matter how prepared you think you are for the death of a loved one it still comes as a shock and it still hurts very deeply.

Regard your soldiers as your children and they will follow you into the deepest valleys look on them as your own beloved sons and they will stand by you even unto death.

If my survival caused another to perish then death would be sweeter and more beloved.

I miss my Dad. My Dad loved cheesy monster movies so we'd have Godzilla movie marathons. Those are some of my favorite memories laughing at how the monster outfits were so bad like black garbage bags for heads.

I got stuck up a tree when I was about seven and my dad had to come and get the ladder to get me down. I loved to climb all the way up to the top. I must have been a koala in my past life.

If a cow walked into this room I'd probably walk out. I could milk it but my dad never forced me to do a lot of chores like that mostly because he loved doing it himself.

My parents loved each other. I was raised in a house of total love and respect. My dad worked very hard and my mother was incredibly devoted to him. I can unequivocally without any peradventure of doubt tell you that I was raised with the kind of love that we only dream of.

My dad was the baby. When he was born they were already successful. They sent him to business school - he probably would have loved to have been a poet or a writer or something and he was very creative.

I had always loved music. I grew up listening to classic country Waylon Jennings Merle Haggard. My dad loved Vern Gosdin and Keith Whitley. So I kept going to class and started getting totally into playing guitar and teaching myself these songs.

My dad was a football player - a soccer player - for Manchester United and I loved playing football but I also happened to be the guy in class who was pretty good at sight reading. My teacher gave me scripts and I was very comfortable.

I knew that I needed to do something that I desperately loved. There was a period where I did question if it was acting because I knew that I would be making things hard on myself. I knew that there was going to be a little bit of a hullabaloo because of my dad being who he is and all that.

My dad loved black singers. So listening to New Orleans music eventually I wanted to play an instrument.

I come from an ordinary family - my dad is a carpenter a roof-maker - and we've always loved racing together.

Politicians... talk in generalities and lies and I think they've caused all our grief. They're so awful they're really funny. I hate thinking this because my dad loved politics.

I never saw my dad cry. My son saw me cry. My dad never told me he loved me and consequently I told Scott I loved him every other minute. The point is I'll make less mistakes than my dad my sons hopefully will make less mistakes than me and their sons will make less mistakes than their dads.

I loved climbing because of the freedom and having time and space. I remember coming off Everest for the last time thinking of Dad and wishing that he could have seen what I saw. He would have loved it.

My dad loved to laugh. He was very funny and very silly.