I don't care about how many times somebody recognizes my face.

My kids get everything they want and are raised well.

I can only spend $140 a month in here. I'm saving, like, $10,000 a day.

Basically, people are never happy enough because they want more money.

Kevin Williamson and I wrote a show about loss and grief that just so happened to have vampires in it.

Is life so dear or peace so sweet as to be purchased at the price of chains and slavery? Forbid it, Almighty God! I know not what course others may take, but as for me, give me liberty, or give me death!

My father had several strokes and heart attacks. I was with him when he died, and it was a horrible death. He had been a very articulate man, and to lose that, never to be able to speak properly and to be unable to move - he had always been a very vigorous man, so to be in a wheelchair and mumbling - was terrible.

Those who have the strength and the love to sit with a dying patient in the silence that goes beyond words will know that this moment is neither frightening nor painful, but a peaceful cessation of the functioning of the body.