“I just hope I can get another personal best. If I can do that, I’ll be satisfied.”

There is no man in any rank who is always at liberty to act as he would incline. In some quarter or other he is limited by circumstances.

All the therapists would tell me was that I was the only healthy person they knew.

My parents put skates on me at age 2, the way it should be if you’re serious, and I’ve always liked it.

I don’t remember the first time I skated on ice, I was too young. I do remember falling in love with that wind-in-my-face feeling while speed skating.

I don’t fear anything.

Comics know that they do best. They might not be best to rewrite to another person’s comedy, but they know what is best for them. Luckily,

So I suppose the answer is I see myself in all my characters, in their best moments and in their worst.

On my best day, I am a seven-point-seven. I could be a hard eight if I felt great. If I went on a good run and had on my best pair of jeans, I could feel right on the money.

I am not one of those translators who think that working closely with the writer will yield the best translation.

Every writer I had ever known wrote his best work when he had his back up against the wall and thought he would never write another word.

The blankness invites scribbling on, mental drawing , and the best feeling I know – apart from the more obvious sensual ones – is the feeling of putting down the first thought and seeing it turn into symbols.

Thinking that what you want equals what’s best for you is a dead end.

The best way to be loved, is to love yourself.