I wrestled with anger from the age of sixteen. It's still one of my nemeses. I have to remember that the word of God says, 'Be slow to anger.'

There's so many great wrestlers in this sport who could probably work circles around me and it's amazing to see that, but I love being the kind of character who can take you on a roller coaster, make you smile and laugh.

If you want to write, if you want to create, you must be the most sublime fool that God ever turned out and sent rambling. You must write every single day of your life. You must read dreadful dumb books and glorious books, and let them wrestle in beautiful fights inside your head, vulgar one moment, brilliant the next. You must lurk in libraries and climb the stacks like ladders to sniff books like perfumes and wear books like hats upon your crazy heads. I wish you a wrestling match with your Creative Muse that will last a lifetime. I wish craziness and foolishness and madness upon you. May you live with hysteria, and out of it make fine stories - science fiction or otherwise. Which finally means, may you be in love every day for the next 20,000 days. And out of that love, remake a world.

When his writing is going well, Gordon Strangle Mars likes to wake up at 6 a.m. and go out driving. He works out new plot lines about giant spiders and keeps an eye out for abandoned couches, which he wrestles into the back of his pickup truck. Then he writes for the rest of the day.

A poem was a box for your soul. That was the point. It was the place where you could save bits of yourself, and shake out your darkest feelings, without worrying that people would think you were strange. While I was writing, I would forget myself and everyone else; poetry made me feel part of something noble and beautiful and bigger than me. [...] I slid them under the carpet as soon as they were done, all the images and rhymes wrestled into place. By the time I had copied them out, I found I had memorized every line. Then they would surprise me by surging through me, like songs I knew by heart.

I wrestled through many sleepless nights after God became real to me. I can only describe this period of my life as 2 years of mental agony.

But, as I know that strength arising from obedience has a way of simplifying things which seem impossible, my will very gladly resolves to attempt this task although the prospect seems to cause my physical nature great distress; for the Lord has not given me strength enough to enable me to wrestle continually both with sickness and with occupations of many kinds without feeling a great physical strain. May He Who has helped me by doing other and more difficult things for me help also in this: in His mercy I put my trust.

Rainer Maria Rilke greeted and wrestled with the angels of his Duino Elegies in the solitude of a castle surrounded by white cliffs tall trees and the sea. I greeted most of mine in the solitude of a house that still vibrated with the throbs of a singular life that had helped shape many lives and with the ache of attempts to render useful service to that life. The River of Winged Dreams was therefore constructed as a link between dimensions of past and future emotions and intellect and matter and spirit.

'That's What She Said' is not Hollywood's standard picture of women: preternaturally gorgeous wedding obsessed boy crazy fashion focused sexed up 'girl' women. These are real women comically portrayed who are trying to wrestle with the very expectations of womanhood that Hollywood movies set up.

The guys I date always want to test my strength and wrestle around. By the end they're drenched in sweat.

I have arm-wrestled here and there... guys seem to want to test my strength.

People wrestle sometimes making movies and I think that conflict is a very essential thing. I think a lot of very happy productions have produced a lot of very banal movies.

You wrestle one night get up the next morning and fly out to the next city. You try to work out you try to get some food into you and lo and behold you have to go work again. You are living out of a suitcase.

I just started watching wrestling in 2008 and I've loved it ever since. I told my mom I wanted to become a wrestler.

Once you've wrestled everything else in life is easy.

I learned long ago never to wrestle with a pig. You get dirty and besides the pig likes it.

Jake Roberts has a hard enough time being Jake Roberts. The truth is a brutal thing I just hope that the kids take the time to learn about each of the wrestlers in the game and if the kids can learn from our mistakes that would make me a happy man.

More enduringly than any other sport wrestling teaches self-control and pride. Some have wrestled without great skill - none have wrestled without pride.

Nobody has wrestled everybody in the business like I have especially not Bret Hart.

I did 13-something years of talking to wrestlers and promoters about why they did certain things and why they booked matches a certain way and what they were thinking and whether they were satisfied with the draw. And I got a lot of insight in the business.

I had to weave and play around with a honey bear you know and I could wrestle with him a little bit but there's no way you can even wrestle a honey bear let alone a grizzly bear that's standing ten feet to eleven feet tall! Can you imagine? But it was fascinating to work that close to that kind of animal.