I never like being touched, ever. People used to say I held my breath when they were hugging me. I still do.

Public behavior is merely private character writ large.

The answer I found is you stay away from the people who make fun of you, and you join these ad hoc groups who understand your craziness.

If you don’t stand your ground, then all that happens is people push you backwards.

There are certain things that bother me and certain things that don’t. Personal attacks on me? I think I’m just so used to it.

There is no private life which has not been determined by a wider public life.

Humans cannot avoid trying to influence others. Everything we say or do is examined and interpreted by others for clues as to our intentions.

I won’t let people write anything they want to about me.

My father had a dairy farm. He employed three black families and one white family, and I used to play with black children.

When dealing with people, remember you are not dealing with creatures of logic, but creatures of emotion.

I hate pain, despite my ability to tolerate it beyond all known parameters, which is not necessarily a good thing.

NBC had a show called ‚The Toughest Bouncer in America‘ that I did. But I told them I didn’t like that term, ‚bouncer.‘ To me, it’s offensive. A bouncer likes to get physical, likes to put his hands on people.

I try to very hard to avoid a situation where I would be eating cat or dog; I’ve managed to gracefully avoid that. It’s hypocritical of me and an arbitrary line, but one that I have managed to avoid crossing.

Don’t you hate when your hand falls asleep and you know it will be up all night.

The other night I ate at a real nice family restaurant. Every table had an argument going.

Even now I will go to, like, an industry event, and all the ladies will be over here and all the guys over here, and I will go to the guys‘ table and sit because I just feel I can have a much better conversation over there. And that’s automatic; it’s not prejudice.

I’ve always put everybody else’s child first before my own health, before my own outfit, before my own time frame.

It’s not a slam at you when people are rude, it’s a slam at the people they’ve met before.

No one would talk much in society if they knew how often they misunderstood others.

Give yourself more opportunities for privacy, when you are not bombarded with duties and obligations. Privacy is not a rejection of those you love; it is your deserved respite for recharging your batteries.

I don’t want to write an autobiography because I would become public property with no privacy left.

I’m not that keen on the idea of being unconscious.

If I feel anxious every time someone is staring at me, well, I can’t control what they stare at, but my reaction is, I’m just not going to go outside the house. I’m going to stay in and chill. And when I do go out, I understand what comes along with that.

Don’t tell your problems to people: eighty percent don’t care; and the other twenty percent are glad you have them.

Why is it you always meet people when you look your worst?

The fact is that I find more most men are more open, more generous, and much more stimulating than the majority of females I know.

You can tell more about a person by what he says about others than you can by what others say about him.

I don’t like talking to celebrities.

I am not a second option person. It is that or nothing. If it is not the way I see it I prefer not to see it.

Too often we… enjoy the comfort of opinion without the discomfort of thought.

Our whole life is set up in the path of least resistance. We don’t want to suffer. We don’t want to feel discomfort. So the whole time, we’re living our lives in a very comfortable area. There’s no growth in that.

If I’m in a bad mood, or if I’m uncomfortable, it’s probably what I’m wearing that’s making me feel that way.

I don’t like people looking at someone else’s image.

I’m not concerned with your liking or disliking me… All I ask is that you respect me as a human being.

I don’t compare myself to anyone else; I don’t make comments about anyone else because they do what feels right for them, and that’s okay by me.

The only person who ever called me Paul was my father, so I always associate it with doing something wrong, you know. So, you know, occasionally, people will come up to me on the street and try to, you know, ingratiate themselves and call me Paul. I don’t like it, actually.

I know who I am, I know what I can and can’t do. I know what I will and won’t do. I know what I’m capable of and I don’t agree to do things that I don’t think I can pull off.

Hell is other people.

I’m not comfortable being around too many people. I don’t like being out in public too much. I don’t like going to bars. I don’t like doing celebrity stuff. So most of the characters I play are people who don’t always feel comfortable beyond their small circle of friends.

I guess maybe when you get past 70, other people start asking you how you feel.

It takes me about two hours to run into Target. People always want a picture. They hem and haw, and they can’t spit the words out, so they waste about five minutes of my time just standing there getting ready for a picture. Just do it!

I could never give relationship advice to anybody!

It undoubtedly feels nice when you are being appreciated and you get complimented by girls. Who doesn’t like that? Having said that, I don’t take it as any pressure.

You know, you can make a small mistake in language or etiquette in Britain, or you could when I was younger, and really be made to feel it, and it’s the flick of a lash, but it would sting, and especially at school where there’s not much privacy, and so on. You could, yes, undoubtedly be made to feel crushed.

You have to be careful about how much you reveal to people that look up to you so much.

Girdles and wire stays should have never been invented. No man wants to hug a padded bird cage.

You know, God has some really weird kids, and I find it hard to be in their company most of the time.

The reason I became 297 pounds is because that was comfortable. What was very uncomfortable was running. What was very uncomfortable was being on a diet. What was very uncomfortable was trying to face things that I didn’t want to face. And I also realized, when I was really big, I had no growth. Why? Because I was living comfortable.

I have practically no private life. I’m already used to this and ready for it. Yes, sometimes it is hard, but it is the choice I made.

When I walk outside, people have something to say about it.

Sometimes I’ve been to a party where no one spoke to me for a whole evening. The men, frightened by their wives or sweeties, would give me a wide berth. And the ladies would gang up in a corner to discuss my dangerous character.

I’ve learned that usually, the less I know about other people, the better off I am.

One of the most terrible feelings in the world is knowing that someone else doesn’t like you. Especially when you don’t know what you’ve done to deserve it.

I spent a lot of years trying to outrun or outsmart vulnerability by making things certain and definite, black and white, good and bad. My inability to lean into the discomfort of vulnerability limited the fullness of those important experiences that are wrought with uncertainty: Love, belonging, trust, joy, and creativity to name a few.

I don’t dabble and spend much mind or time dealing with, I don’t know, people’s perceptions of me. I truly don’t.

The Hindus are some of the nicest people you’ll ever meet.

Not everybody is comfortable with the idea that politics is a guilty addiction. But it is.

I always think if you are asking somebody for something it is a good idea to give them something first.

After coming into contact with a religious man I always feel I must wash my hands.

My concerts are about me being very private in public, but I’m very protective.

The capacity of human beings to bore one another seems to be vastly greater than that of any other animal.