I don't even go to the grocery store anymore. I hardly do anything anymore. I'm like a hobbit in a hole. I just don't do anything anymore.
I think I was raised by a very humble mother, who, if anything, is probably over skeptical. She has that sense of everything being a bonus: like, you have your lot, and anything else is on top. She's quietly proud, and quietly humble.
Love comes quietly... but you know when it is there because suddenly... you are not alone anymore... and there is no sadness in you.
I don't pretend anything anymore. I don't have time, desire or energy to calculate anymore.
I can't dance anymore. Total knee replacements. I can't do anything anymore.
The language doesn't mean anything anymore, folks. Truth doesn't mean anything anymore.
I never said I want to be an actor. I just went quietly, quietly, I'm going to do this myself, so I chose the journey in my own way.
In everybody’s life there’s a point of no return. And in a very few cases, a point where you can’t go forward anymore. And when we reach that point, all we can do is quietly accept the fact. That’s how we survive.
I am not a romantic leading man anymore so I don't need to nurture that public image anymore. I can talk about it now because I'm not afraid anymore . . . When I grew up, being gay, being sissy or anything like that, was verboten. I disliked myself intensely and feared this part of myself intensely, and had to hide it and became 'Perfect Richard, All-American Boy' as a place to hide.
I'll do anything for kids but I don't sign anything for grownups anymore.
I have hardly anything in common with myself and should stand very quietly in a corner, content that I can breathe.
I made the remark that I don't avoid people in order to live quietly, but rather in order to be able to die quietly.
There are still traces of discrimination against race and gender, but it's a lot different than when I started out. It just comes quietly, slowly, sometimes so quietly that you don't realize it until you start looking back.
Many ALS patients end up fading away quietly and dying. For me, this was not OK. I did not want to fade away quietly.
At the dinner table, if you can't think of anything to say, sit quietly. Don't throw rolls, or chew on your napkin.
The sheep-people don't think for themselves anymore. You can say anything and it's the gospel truth and they don't have to go research it or anything, and they believe everything the news tells them. People don't go and do their own investigations if it's relationships or politics or anything.