Words impress me. If a man can speak eloquently and beautifully to me, I just melt on the floor.

The words I use too often are X-rated, something an old man like me shouldn't be talking about anyway.

In the 'Hurt Locker' there's a lot of me in there, a sense of humor, a man of few words and a lot of action.

My daughter will find some of the sweetest words to tell you that can make a grown man cry. She still gives me the same inspiration. She still motivates me.

No words can describe the personal liberation that heading seaward bestows upon me. In this aquatic realm, no man or woman is subject to the petty decrees of social bureaucracy.

Sunderland was a turning point where I changed from a boy to a man. It was definitely the right thing for me to go on loan to another Premier League club. It helped me beyond words.

I have somewhere met with the epitaph on a charitable man which has pleased me very much. I cannot recollect the words, but here is the sense of it: 'What I spent I lost; what I possessed is left to others; what I gave away remains with me.'

There are endless consumer applications, but what excites me is how this can help people. A man who cannot speak communicates with sign language, but the average person doesn't know that language. SixthSense, if equipped with speakers, can recognize the gestures and form the words - it will speak for him.

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