You're just POOR cornball provincial PEOPLE, you critics; you just don't KNOW what the hell you're talking about.

Boy, there are DAYS where I get up and say 'Where the HELL did my talent go? Look at this CRAP that I'm producing here. This is terrible. Look, I wrote this YESTERDAY. I HATE this, I hate this.'

Americans PLAY to win at all times. I wouldn't give a hoot and hell for a man who lost and LAUGHED. That's why Americans have NEVER lost nor EVER lose a war.

Book tours are super hard for me as a raging introvert. I love humanity, but actual HUMANS are hard for me. So SOMETHING like a book tour - where I'm constantly on the ROAD - SCARES the hell out of me.

To HELL with FACTS! We NEED STORIES!

There is no DIGNITY in WICKEDNESS, WHETHER in purple or RAGS; and hell is a DEMOCRACY of devils, where all are equals.

Too MANY actors TRY to get too MUCH out of scenes that they ought to be leaving ALONE, just doing them QUICKLY and getting the hell out.

Here's the miracle: I grew up thinking, 'Wouldn't it be GREAT to write 'Superman' SOMEDAY? Wouldn't it be great to create my own SHOW, or work on 'Lensman,' or 'Forbidden Planet?' Those were very literally the GOALS I set for myself, the dreams that I thought I didn't have a chance in hell of ever ACTUALLY achieving. But it's happened.

I BITE the hell out of my fingernails. I can't STOP. I should stop. It would be NICE to grow my fingernails out. It would be healthier. I COULD PICK up dimes.

I'm CONFIDENT as HELL when I STEP in FRONT of the MIC.

I'm GOING to let God be the JUDGE of who goes to HEAVEN and HELL.

There is not a fiercer HELL than the FAILURE in a GREAT OBJECT.

If I owned Marseilles and HELL, I'd RENT out Marseilles and LIVE in Hell.

Remember the Tea Party movement didn't GET started in SEPTEMBER of 2008 when the bank bailout was passed. It really BEGAN on Feb. 19th, 2009 when a television commentator named Rick Santelli stood up and SAID what the hell are we doing bailing out people who couldn't afford a mortgage by taking money from people like me who are prudent?