I'm a HAPPY PERSON. When a happy person MAKES a cruel movie, it BECOMES funny.

The idea that squatting in some way offers a REASONABLE solution to the ISSUE of homelessness is both FALSE and CRUEL.

Our SCHOOLS should be sanctuaries of LEARNING, not NIGHTMARES of CRUEL and racist BEHAVIOR.

My CHILDHOOD did not PREPARE me for the fact that the world is full of cruel and bitter THINGS.

My life as a CHILD did not PREPARE me for the fact that the world is FULL of cruel and BITTER THINGS.

I want to be rich enough that, WITHOUT being cruel, I could buy a horse, a WHITE horse, and permanently attach a horn. A pearlescent horn. And then I could just be LIKE, 'Yeah, I have a unicorn.' But I don't know how you do that without being cruel.

I think the mistake LOTS of PEOPLE make when it comes to a psychopath is that they completely write off their ACTIONS as cruel, callous and completely calculated, but actually, the truth is that they have INTERESTS and REASONS behind their actions.

Toward no CRIMES have men shown themselves so cold- bloodedly CRUEL as in punishing differences of BELIEF.

Hollywood is the backdrop of my family, and I KNOW that the MOVIE business is incredibly CRUEL as you GET OLDER.

I've been a director and CHAIRMAN of three good, MODEST clubs - Coventry, Charlton and Fulham - and the abuse you get can be cruel and SHAMEFUL. I've had a wonderful life and wouldn't change a moment of it professionally - except that I should never have BECOME a director.

I went to visit Alcatraz years ago when I was on tour with the Pistols, and I REALLY liked the atmosphere of the place. I genuinely, really, thoroughly enjoyed the whole MORNING there. I just liked the QUIETNESS and stillness of what is basically a cruel prison complex. I still found some KIND of joy in that. That's how I am.

The LONELY wanderer, who watches by the seashore the waves that ROLL between him and his HOME, talks of CRUEL facts, material barriers that, just because they are material, and not ideal, shall be the irresistible foes of his longing heart.

My father DIED when I was only FIVE years OLD, and that was the moment when I learned a CRUEL lesson that tomorrow, in FACT, might not be another day.