The lie […] goes like this: “God is antifun.” So if God is against getting drunk, getting drunk must be fun. You can either have a wild, exciting life stiff-arming God or a dull, boring one doing the go-to-church-God-thing.

The movie was a bomb and so was my next film, Balboa, in which I played a scheming real estate tycoon.

And therefore would I ſhould be algates ſlaine, / For while I liue, his right is in ſuſpence.

Deſpair may have its original not onely from the acraſie and diſcompoſedneſs of the outward man[…]