It's hard to explain and best thing to do is not be false.
Anybody who claims to be excited for April Fools' Day is probably a sociopath.
When you're dealing with serious subjects, there is a pressure to be absolutely sure that you know what you're doing.
Congratulations, Congress! 77% disapproval rating! You may be about to become the English language's most offensive C-word.
The only thing I'm nervous about is talking to guests like human beings, because all of my interviews so far have been attacking people. I have a genuine concern about sitting across from an actor whose movies I obviously haven't seen.
You're sonically racist, Americans. You think we all sound the same, whereas I have definitely a mongrel accent.
I think Americans still can't help but respond to the natural authority of this voice. Deep down they long to be told what to do by a British accent. That's why so many infomercials have British people.
How fair doth Nature Appear again! How bright the sunbeams! How smiles the plain! The flow'rs are bursting From ev'ry bough, And thousand voices Each bush yields now. And joy and gladness Fill ev'ry breast! Oh earth!-oh sunlight! Oh rapture blest! Oh love! oh loved one!
What Richard is talking about is instead admitting to the existence of negative thoughts, understanding where they came from and why they arrived, and then - with great forgiveness and fortitude - dismissing them.
When you know that something is dying inside you, you learn not to put much trust in the random vitalities of the fleeting moment.
I felt the little beads of sweat pooling on my temple. Sit here and look nice. . . I could do that. But answer questions? I knew I wasn't going to win this little game; that wasn't the issue. I just really, really didn't want to look like a moron in front of the entire country.