When I was the director of Central Intelligence in the early '90s, I tried to get the Air Force to partner with us in building drones. And they didn't want to, because they had no pilots.
I learned about Chinese ceramics and African sculptures, I aired my scanty knowledge of the French Impressionists, and I prospered.
Just be yourself. As an actor, you pretend all day - that's what the job calls for. So, when it comes to my personal life, a woman who keeps it real is a breath of fresh air.
I love the smell of frying liver. It kind of releases a sweetness into the air, and it kind of prickles your nose, and it kind of makes you awake... it gets me excited.
I love New Orleans physically. I love the trees and the balmy air and the beautiful days. I have a beautiful house here.
Music is a lady that I still love because she gives me the air that I breathe. We need all sorts of nourishment. And music satisfies and nourishes the hunger within ourselves for connection and harmony.
Never dare to sell your soul for money, because no amount of wealth would buy you an air conditioner in hell.
There is a peculiar gratification in receiving congratulations from one's squadron for a victory in the air. It is worth more to a pilot than the applause of the whole outside world.
When the sun shines, there seems to be much more dust in the air. Dirt can only be seen and properly removed by flooding it with white light
May I kiss you then? On this miserable paper? I might as well open the window and kiss the night air.
Books are meat and medicine and flame and flight and flower steel, stitch, cloud and clout, and drumbeats on the air.
After all, you couldn't expect any man to turn away from a beautiful woman with her ass in the air.
I'm currently doing Undeclared an American TV show set in a college. It just got aired and got massive ratings so hopefully that'll screen in the UK soon.
I just learned how to scuba dive. I'd been scared to rely on one little air hose for oxygen, but swimming with all those fish is exhilarating.
TV critics, who traditionally hate television and make their living writing about it, often didn't like what I did on the air.
Idealism is like a castle in the air if it is not based on a solid foundation of social and political realism.
There's times when I'm cleaning the kitchen, and while I'm doing that, I'm singing and air guitaring with a broom to 'You Should Be Dancing.'
Do not worry if you have built your castles in the air. They are where they should be. Now put the foundations under them.
Maxim 36: When the going gets tough, the tough call for close air support. -The Seventy Maxims of Maximally Effective Mercenaries
Maxim 5: Close air support and friendly fire should be easier to tell apart. -The Seventy Maxims of Maximally Effective Mercenaries
'Dead Air' is full of rants; it's a rant-based book. Yes, it's self-indulgence. I plead guilty; mea culpa.
