If one could only teach the English how to talk and the Irish how to listen society here would be quite civilized.

After a shooting spree they always want to take the guns away from the people who didn't do it. I sure as hell wouldn't want to live in a society where the only people allowed guns are the police and the military.

Think what a better world it would be if we all the whole world had cookies and milk about three o'clock every afternoon and then lay down on our blankets for a nap.

Tell me not of joy: there's none Now my little sparrow's gone He just as you Would toy and woo He would chirp and flatter me He would hang the wing awhile Till at length he saw me smile Lord! how sullen he would be!

Bjorn was a different breed I threw my best material at him but he would never smile but that added to the charm when he played me and Mac. We were going nuts and losing our mind and he was sitting back like he was on a Sunday stroll.

Arnold Palmer has what I call an 'Eisenhower smile'. Those two men they'd smile and their whole faces would look so pleasant it was like they were smiling all over.

We sometimes laugh from ear to ear but it would be impossible for a smile to be wider than the distance between our eyes.

The same people who smile in my face would be the same ones to talk behind my back.

If I went to them all dressed up and flashed a nice smile for the cameras it would probably be easier for me to get work. But I just can't tolerate it.

I always said that if I could just find a guy who could chop wood and had a nice smile it wouldn't bother me if he was a thug or an aristocrat as long as he was a good guy. And I've ended up with an educated thug.

When Whitney Houston died I felt great sadness. My sadness of course was about our collective loss - when you listened to this nightingale sing your body would drop into a chair your head would tilt up a small smile would creep across your face and inside you knew that there was a higher power somewhere: gifted beautiful spiritual.

I had ordered long legs but they never arrived. My eyes are weird too one is gray and the other is green. I have a crooked smile and my nose looks like a ski slope. No I would not win a Miss contest.

I don't mind a little Sturm und Drang. When I was doing 'Riding in Cars With Boys ' I wouldn't smile at anybody because my character Bev was angry at the world. I'm the opposite. Inside my head I'd be like God I'll explain to you at the end of shooting that I'm not this person.

There are some women whose pregnancy would make some sly bachelor smile.

If you look at the purported dangers of salt or fat there is no consensus of support in scientific literature. So I would ask first: 'Is it possible to have an informed government that actually follows the science?' From what I've seen it's not likely.

The problem with allowing God a role in the history of life is not that science would cease but rather that scientists would have to acknowledge the existence of something important which is outside the boundaries of natural science.

If modernist naturalism were true there would be no objective truth outside of science. In that case right and wrong would be a matter of cultural preference or political power and the power already available to modernists ideologies would be overwhelming.