The intellect of the wise is like glass it admits the light of heaven and reflects it.

The first glass is for myself the second for my friends the third for good humor and the forth for my enemies.

I hope we don't get to the point where we have to have the cat stop chasing the mouse to teach him glassblowing and basket weaving.

I have this extraordinary life during the day and then I get to come home to my sweet husband who loves to cook with me. I have a nice glass of wine he has some scotch we chat we cook and we hang out with the dog. I have an absolute dream life.

About 15 years ago I went though a period of a year or so when I just couldn't find anything good. My wife noticed I was having trouble reading menus. I bought some cheap reading glasses in a drug store. I got home and suddenly all these books that weren't good were good.

If I go into a sandwich shop or anywhere that features 'Today's specials' on a chalkboard more than 10 feet away I have to ask for a printed menu. I smile at people I don't know on the street and ignore those I do. When at home I often find myself grabbing my 'back-up' glasses to search for the better-loved pair I have left on top of my dresser.

I just get so fed up with seeing the same things written about me. If I see the words 'ice queen' attached to me I feel like banging my head against the wall. There's this perception that I can only be in a film if I have a glass of champagne in my hand and a stately home in the background.

I keep mementos from everything I've done. I've got my cab driver's license from 'Happiness.' I've got a pair of glasses and a belt buckle from playing John Lennon. I've got a pair of sunglasses from playing Andy Warhol... It's all in a box in the garage.

When I was a little kid all I wanted to do was to escape what I thought was the country and get to a city. Probably film and television had influenced me so much I really thought the key to happiness was living a very artificial life in a penthouse in New York with martini glasses.

Sorrow can be alleviated by good sleep a bath and a glass of wine.

I used to jog but the ice cubes kept falling out of my glass.

I would like to raise my glass to friendship between Russia and the United States.

Men kick friendship around like a football but it doesn't seem to crack. Women treat it like glass and it goes to pieces.

Some movie stars wear their sunglasses even in church. They're afraid God might recognize them and ask for autographs.

Famous people come up to me but I don't know who they are because my sight is so bad. It's always at the pool of the Four Seasons in Beverly Hills when I don't have my lenses in and my glasses are in my room.

When you're thirsty and it seems that you could drink the entire ocean that's faith when you start to drink and finish only a glass or two that's science.

Educational equality doesn't guarantee equality on the labor market. Even the most developed countries are not gender-equal. There are still glass ceilings and 'leaky pipelines' that prevent women from getting ahead in the workplace.

And they were writing scripts where Christine had hit the glass ceiling. And I always thought Christine would never hit the glass ceiling. I thought her dreams would take her. Maybe her dreams wouldn't take her where she wanted but she still had her dreams.

I still indulge in a glass of wine or chocolate - treats are mandatory. Without deviating from the day-to-day healthy diet once in a while it wouldn't be sustainable for me and that's what I wanted: an approach to eating to last my entire life.

If efforts to do social work are couched in selfish motives then they will die a premature death. Why would my efforts get politicised? I have values I inherited from my father. He helped many. Anyone even a postman knocking on our door would get a glass of water and some sweets.

You've never seen death? Look in the mirror every day and you will see it like bees working in a glass hive.

When I was a teenager my dad used to call me 'Hollywood' because I wore sunglasses all the time even at night. Cue song.

Thirty years ago we were in a movie theater and thought it was so cool because we were finally delivered from the horrors of stained glass and wooden pews.

I'm constantly pitching one episode where we see life through Castle's eyes. I think Castle's just a little off as far as his perception goes. A very very clever man but I want to see the world as Castle sees it - kind of a rose-colored glasses all the women find him irresistible all the guys find him super cool and do whatever he says.