“I grew up cursing a lot.”

It’s important I surround myself with people who make me happy.

It’s hard to soar with the eagles when you’re surrounded by turkeys.

I had my moments of being humiliated, and then I had moments of doing something humiliating. I’m glad I lived out both roles.

I definitely connected to the fact that life gets out of control and you end up doing things and wishing you were doing other things instead.

In one day, I have times where I’m feeling great, I feel like I love my life, and then 2:30 rolls around and I’m the angriest man alive. My wife sees it.

You’ve just got to give yourself time – that’s good advice I think. Give yourself time to figure out what you’re good at and what you’re not good at.

When the kids are laughing in the audience, I tear up, I’m so happy I did a nice thing.

I don’t like being out in public too much. I don’t like going to bars. I don’t like doing celebrity stuff.

With the amount of money I have, it’s difficult raising children the way I was raised.

I think when I bought a house, that’s when I thought I felt like that’s a grown up thing to do.

I enjoy doing all different types of movies even though I am the most comfortable with comedy.

I wasn’t a kid growing up thinking, ‘One day I’ll get an Oscar and make a speech.’ That wasn’t on my mind.

I do feel good doing them [family-friendly movies], but it’s not going to be my way of life. I’m a comedian.

Now that I’m a parent, I understand why my father was in a bad mood a lot.

I do want children. I study dads more. I watch what they go through. I admire my father more than I ever did and my brother and my sister.

I don’t laugh at me. I used to. I used to get the giggles when I’d see myself. But now, I see myself onscreen, and I sure don’t laugh.

You’re always cursing, you’re always praying and you’re always making love. It ain’t do-re-mi-fa-so-la-ti-do.

She spends an eternity as shelter for men who curse her when the storm passes.

What a blessing to be hurt yet see the good, what a curse to always understand and never be understood.

We let our blessings get mouldy, and then call them curses.

This is the curse of our age, even the strangest aberrations are no cure for boredom.

I think cursing is a bunch of malarkey.

Is it a blessing or is it a curse, to feel everything so deeply.

I feel everything to the bottom of its depth maybe its a gift, its probably a curse.