My father never liked me or my sister, and he never liked our mother either, after an initial infatuation, and in fact, he never liked anyone at all after an hour or two, no, no one except a stooge.

As I grow older, the idea takes increasing hold in me that we've misunderstood our own delicacy and diversity as human beings.

There are some moments that are pretty distressing in 'Prometheus.' In fact, the last hour is pretty distressing.

In fact, my parents were church people; my father was a deacon in the church.

We are not that flash, me or the missus. In fact, we are quite low-maintenance.

لماذا يصر كل أخ على تجاهل هذه الحقيقة ؟ لماذا يصر على أن ما يأخذه من شقيقات الناس لا يمكن أن يأخذه أحد من شقيقاته ؟