My grandmother started walking five miles a day when she was sixty. She's ninety-seven now and we don't know where the hell she is.

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.

People see you onstage and the glamorous side but they don't see you traveling 600 miles a night eating truck stop food and spending by yourself staring at walls.

Now I say that if you run more than 15 miles a week it's for something other than aerobic fitness. Once you pass 15 miles you do not see much further improvement.

I love to swim for miles I could just go back and forth.

I have been through various fitness regimes. I used to run about five miles a day and I did aerobics for a while.

As soon as men know that they can kill without fear of punishment or blame they kill or at least they encourage killers with approving smiles.

Beside every great success are the seeds of enormous failure. In every failure there's the opportunity seeds of great success. They're not miles apart. So if they're that close together and if you're really working you're always gonna have that likelihood that something's not going to work.

My path has not been determined. I shall have more experiences and pass many more milestones.

So for twelve miles I rode with Sherman and we became fast friends. He asked me all manner of questions on the way and I found that he knew my father well and remembered his tragic death in Salt Creek Valley.

Smiles tears of all my life! - and if God choose I shall but love thee better after death.

Your kids can say some cruel things to you at times. For example Nicole Miles and Sofie are standing there in the room and I'm dressed to kill in my own mind. They'll say to me 'Dad you're not going out there looking like that are you?' If that doesn't kill a star I don't know what does!

I just went off for two months traveling around Europe on a motorcycle and pretty much turned my phone off. I did 5 000 miles with my dad. We went through Holland Germany Austria Slovenia Croatia Bosnia Montenegro Italy... and then I did Spain and France by myself.

As life runs on the road grows strange with faces new - and near the end. The milestones into headstones change Neath every one a friend.

I read and walked for miles at night along the beach writing bad blank verse and searching endlessly for someone wonderful who would step out of the darkness and change my life. It never crossed my mind that that person could be me.

When they searched my car they said that they found a gasoline canister and I think duct tape. Who wouldn't have a gasoline canister on them when driving 3 000 miles across country?

Everything officers go through in any chase anywhere in the country but amped up 100 times! I'm right in the thick of things in a car going like 80 miles an hour and doing 360s in the middle of the road. It was a wild ride.