Every saint has a past and every sinner has a future.

I think I have an inner confidence that my tastes are pretty simple that what I find funny finds a wide audience. I'm not particularly intellectual or clever or minority-focused in my creative instincts. And I'm certainly not aware of suppressing more sophisticated ambitions.

At home in L.A. Sunday is lazy. It's the wife and me lying in bed with coffee watching 'The Soup' or something funny on TiVo. The kid will occasionally join us. Eventually breakfast is at a place down the street called Paty's. And we always have some kind of great dinner - my wife makes a great roast beef.

If it weren't for Philo T. Farnsworth inventor of television we'd still be eating frozen radio dinners.

In everyone's life at some time our inner fire goes out. It is then burst into flame by an encounter with another human being. We should all be thankful for those people who rekindle the inner spirit.

We clearly realize that freedom's inner kingdom cannot be touched by exterior attacks.

Inner peace can be reached only when we practice forgiveness. Forgiveness is letting go of the past and is therefore the means for correcting our misperceptions.

If you go out to dinner with someone you find out what they prefer in food. We ought to be able to have a conversation to find out what people prefer when it comes to sex.

We don't really go in for big family dinners but Scottish people are famously confrontational. It's a cultural thing so maybe we don't need to have them to clear the air. Also traditional family food isn't as nice here so there's no payoff for traveling hundreds of miles.

Grief is a bad moon a sleeper wave. It's like having an inner combatant a saboteur who at the slightest change in the sunlight or at the first notes of a jingle for a dog food commercial will flick the memory switch bringing tears to your eyes.

My mother accidentally gave me food poisoning. She fed me baby carrots for a snack before Christmas dinner - but they had expired in June! I threw up for the next 24 hours.

When I hosted the dinner I served fast food hamburgers. It had nothing to do with black white purple yellow green race. it had nothing to do with Tiger or his family or his golf game.

My quest these days is to find my long lost inner child but I'm afraid if I do I'll end up with food in my hair and way too in love with the cats.

The music I do is food... that will be your dinner.

I hate menus I hate choosing food. I just want to be brought. Bring me dinner!

Instead of going out to dinner buy good food. Cooking at home shows such affection. In a bad economy it's more important to make yourself feel good.

Poor darling fellow - he died of food. He was killed by the dinner table.

My favorite time of day is to get up and eat leftovers from dinner especially spicy food.

When I'm acting I'm two beings. There's the one monitoring the distance between myself and the camera making sure I hit my marks and there is the one driven by this inner fire this delicious fear.

The thinner the ice the more anxious is everyone to see whether it will bear.

We had an interesting thing at that first dinner. It was prior to the availability of several new hotels in Los Angeles and we were more or less committed to the old Ambassador Hotel that has the famous Coconut Grove.

Many medal winners dream of competing in a sport other than the one they're famous for.

You can be famous for a lot of things. You can be a Nobel-prize winner. You can be the fattest guy in the world.

I don't go to premieres. I don't go to parties. I don't covet the Oscar. I don't want any of that. I don't go out. I just have dinner at home every night with my kids. Being famous that's a whole other career. And I haven't got any energy for it.