Without fullness of experience length of days is nothing. When fullness of life has been achieved shortness of days is nothing. That is perhaps why the young have usually so little fear of death they live by intensities that the elderly have forgotten.

The earth is rocky and full of roots it's clay and it seems doomed and polluted but you dig little holes for the ugly shriveled bulbs throw in a handful of poppy seeds and cover it all over and you know you'll never see it again - it's death and clay and shrivel and your hands are nicked from the rocks your nails black with soil.

Death obsesses me yes it does. I can't really understand why it doesn't obsess everyone - I think it does really I'm just a little more out about it.

There is nothing which at once affects a man so much and so little as his own death.

Each day is a little life: every waking and rising a little birth every fresh morning a little youth every going to rest and sleep a little death.

When your time comes to die be not like those whose hearts are filled with fear of death so that when their time comes they weep and pray for a little more time to live their lives over again in a different way. Sing your death song and die like a hero going home.

Even at our birth death does but stand aside a little. And every day he looks towards us and muses somewhat to himself whether that day or the next he will draw nigh.

I can't wait for my little sisters to start dating because it will really be fun to pick on their boyfriends.

I've had a little bad bad media luck the new year. Well apparently I'm dating Bill Clinton which makes me nervous. I didn't know though.

It's a big responsibility dating me. Because I come with a little bit of baggage you know?

I suppose I was a little bit of what would be called today a nerd. I didn't have girlfriends and really I wasn't a very social boy.

I'm probably a little more like my dad. But because of my mom I never saw being a woman as being an impediment to being able to do something. She had her Ph.D. before I was born.

My little son Atticus desperately needs his dad and I haven't been there for him... and that's sad.

My dad is very successful in his business. He's always been big in having hobbies and having little ways to get away. He always made time for hunting and fishing. He always encouraged me to do it.

My dad was born in Chicago in 1908... his parents came from Russia. They settled in Chicago where they lived in a little tiny grocery store with eight or nine children - in the backroom all together - and my grandmother got the idea to go into the movie business.

Dad really had little to do with the songs except to perform them.

I look at my little girl and I wonder what she's going to be and what she's going to do and what is it that leads girls certain directions in life. I think a lot of that goes back to what kind of father they had and so it makes me want to be the best dad I can possibly be.

At times I've got a really big ego. But I'll tell you the best thing about me. I'm some guy's dad I'm some little gal's dad. When I die if they say I was Annie's husband and Zachary John and Anna Kate's father boy that's enough for me to be remembered by. That's more than enough.

I've always wanted to be a dad. I just can't wait to have a little rug rat running around. I used to want five or six kids but maybe I've become too self-absorbed over the years. I think two would be perfect.

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 used to say 'You have to become part of the machine to beat the machine ' and there's some validity in it. But honestly even when I'm inside the machine you still see me. I stick out a little bit.

I know I'm 25 now but there's still that little lad inside me who likes his dad there to see him.

Dad worked in a warehouse when I was little and I didn't see him for three years as he was doing all the overtime God gave him to buy me new ballet shoes or a new tutu.

I was born and brought up in Liverpool with my clever little sister Jemma who is 14 and wants to be a vet. My mum Jane is an administrator and my dad Peter is a taxi driver.