My hope and prayer is that the body of Christ in America will awake with holy boldness a boldness content neither with silence nor mere words but that backs up those words with action and results.

When you put something out there into the world there's all these words you don't want to hear that you hope people don't say. I don't like anything that starts with 're' - like retro reinvent recreate - I hate that. It's always like living in the past - copying emulating.

I can only speak for myself and hope people hear my words and see me on television speaking for myself. And hopefully they'll be able to make their own judgment. And at the end of the day I just want my work to speak for itself.

All human wisdom is summed up in two words wait and hope.

Hope is the thing with feathers that perches in the soul - and sings the tunes without the words - and never stops at all.

For President Obama 'home of the brave' are not just the last words of our national anthem but also a call to action. This is why the president's policies and our platform include incentives to train and hire our troops returning home. Not only because of our moral responsibility but because it makes for a stronger more secure American economy.

Mr. Bean is at his best when he is not using words but I am equally at home in both verbal and nonverbal expression.

Words today are like the shells and rope of seaweed which a child brings home glistening from the beach and which in an hour have lost their luster.

I just get so fed up with seeing the same things written about me. If I see the words 'ice queen' attached to me I feel like banging my head against the wall. There's this perception that I can only be in a film if I have a glass of champagne in my hand and a stately home in the background.

These days you have the option of staying home blogging in your underwear and not having your words mangled. I think I like the direction things are headed.