Never, ever invest money that you will need prior to three to five years - minimum.
An artist must never be a prisoner. Prisoner? An artist should never be a prisoner of himself, prisoner of style, prisoner of reputation, prisoner of success, etc.
We all used to collect baseball cards that came with bubble gum. You could never get the smell of gum off your cards, but you kept your Yankees cards pristine.
I've never been a person to share my private life, but I can help save lives.
We will never have Russian-style privatization.
I never sought to privatize Social Security.
I've never said anything about privatizing Social Security.
I like being part of a big company's executive team. It's fun to stretch other parts of my brain, considering questions like, 'How should we think of acquisitions?' I get to be privy to things that would never come up at a small company.
Among my most prized possessions are words that I have never spoken.
We never knew we'd have kids playing pro football or going to Super Bowls. That wasn't ever a part of our plan in raising kids, so we really feel blessed.
I knew the statistics of playing pro football were 1% of 1%, so I just never planned on it.
People keep coming up to me and asking, 'How does it feel to be banned for life?' Banned for life. I wasn't banned for life. There was never a word of suspension, probation or ban in that agreement. It was never meant to be part of it.
That's one thing: When I left Notre Dame, when I left every school, what I'm the proudest of is we never compromised the rules, never were on probation, never had any major problems of any kind.
There are lots of procedural shows that I love, but I never really wanted to be a doctor on 'E.R.' - which I'm just picking as an example - or be on a crime procedural.
It is an endless procession of surprises. The expected rarely occurs and never in the expected manner.
I never wanted to perform and never proclaimed myself to be a performer.
I'm no saint. I'm no angel. I never proclaimed to be.
Proclaiming a sexual preference is something that straight men never really have to bother with.
Such is the impurity of our enterprise, as writers or as critics, that even in the act of proclaiming our freedom from the demands of authenticity, we are never free from brandishing it.
If they had a social gospel in the days of the prodigal son, somebody would have given him a bed and a sandwich and he never would have gone home.
