James Hugh Calum Laurie, OBE (born June 11, 1959) is an English actor, comedian, writer and musician. He first reached fame as a cast member of Blackadder and then as one half of the Fry and Laurie double act, along with his friend and comedy partner, Stephen Fry. Since 2004, he has starred as Dr. Gregory House, the protagonist in the FOX television drama House.

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• It's as if you're playing left-handed. Or like everyone else is playing with a tennis racket and you have a salmon.(On performing with an American accent)

• I know a lot of people think therapy is about sitting around staring at your own navel - but it's staring at your own navel with a goal. And the goal is to one day to see the world in a better way and treat your loved ones with more kindness and have more to give.

• I would cling to unhappiness because it was a known, familiar state. When I was happier, it was because I knew I was on my way back to misery. I've never been convinced that happiness is the object of the game. I'm wary of happiness.

• They do make you less egotistical. I still manage to think about myself 98 per cent of the time, but at least there is a little window where others can impinge.(On having children)

• I don't take off my helmet a lot of the time - that's one of the really good things about riding a bike. I can go all over the place and no one knows who I am.

• I was only allowed to wear a sock. But the only way to do the shot was to be naked. It's been my worst nightmare ever since the showers at school - I couldn't believe I was living it. (On his role in Maybe Baby)

The Gun Seller (1996)

• This was the tricky bit. The really tricky bit, trickiness cubed.

• O'Neal had uttered three words: 'Conspiracy to murder.'
  The correct word for me to repeat in an incredulous tone of voice would have been 'murder'; a very small, and psychiatrically disturbed, section of the population might have opted for the 'to'; but the one word out of the three I most definitely should not have chosen to repeat was 'conspiracy'.

• There’s an undeniable pleasure in stepping into an open-top sports car driven by a beautiful woman. It feels like you’re climbing into a metaphor.

• The first item was fighting under the name ‘Crostini of Mealed Tarroce, with Benatore Potatoes’ and weighed in at an impressive twelve pounds sixty-five. The Ralph Lauren blonde came over and asked me if I needed any help with the menu, and I asked her to explain what potatoes were. She didn’t laugh.

• Death and disaster are at our shoulders every second of our lives, trying to get at us. Missing, a lot of the time. A lot of miles on the motorway without a front wheel blow-out. A lot of viruses that slither through our bodies without snagging. A lot of pianos that fall a minute after we've passed. Or a month, it makes no difference.
  So unless were going to get down on our knees and give thanks every time disaster misses, it makes no sense to moan when it strikes.

• We were walking through Hyde Park, going nowhere in particular, holding hands for a bit, then letting go as if holding hands wasn't one of life's big deals.

• People talk about nightfall, or night falling, or dusk falling, and it's never seemed right to me. Perhaps they once meant befalling. As in night befalls. As in night happens. Perhaps they, whoever they were, thought of a falling sun. That might be it, except that that ought to give us dayfall. Day fell on Rupert the Bear. And we know, if we've ever read a book, that day doesn't fall or rise. It breaks. In books, day breaks, and night falls.
  In life, night rises from the ground. The day hangs on for as long as it can, bright and eager, absolutely and positively the last guest to leave the party, while the ground darkens, oozing night around your ankles, swallowing for ever that dropped contact lens, making you miss that low catch in the gully on the last ball of the last over.

• I was definitely getting the hang of this skating thing. I'd started to copy a fancy cross-over turn from a German girl in front of me, and it was working pretty well. I was just about keeping up with her too, which was pleasing. She must have been about six.

• I found a cab eventually, and told the driver in fluent English that I wanted Wenceslas Square. This request, I now know, is phonically identical to the Czech phrase for ‘I am an air-brained tourist, please take everything I have’.

• Inside there was a wall three feet away. And between the wall and the door, in this unbelievably tiny space, a girl in a lemon-coloured shirt sat at a desk, with word processor, potted plant, mug of pencils, furry gonk, and wadges of orange paper. It was incredible that anyone or anything could function in such a space. It was like suddenly discovering a family of otters in one of your shoes.

• They said it was a sitting-room, but I don’t know why they’d decided to confine its purpose just to sitting. Obviously, sitting was one of the things you could do in a room this size; but you could also stage operas, hold cycling races, and have an absolutely cracking game of frisbee, all at the same time, without having to move any of the furniture.
  It could rain in a room this big.

• It is the middle of December now, and we are about to travel to Switzerland - where we plan to ski a little, relax a little, and shoot a Dutch politician a little.

• It was a beautiful afternoon; one to make you realise that God really can be very good sometimes with weather and scenery.

• Dawn was definitely pulling into the station by now, and the snow had begun to throb with an electric, new-fallen whiteness. It climbed the inside of my trousers, and clung, squeakily, to the soles of my boots, and the bit just in front seemed to say ‘don’t walk on me, please don’t walk . . . oh.’

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• I've lost all lingering hopes of maturity. I took a wrong turn somewhere around 10. Mind you, it might be nice if my voice broke.

• Boredom is not an appropriate response to exploding cars- on when he figured out he had depression.

• I was not consciously imitating [MacDonald Fraser's series] Flashman. I have never heard anyone say before that my work resembles Fraser's and I don't see how it does. But that really is a superb compliment. It's a real feather in my cap, even if the guy who wrote that Times review is deranged. (Commenting on the New York Times review of his novel, The Gun Seller)

• People here drive like baboons on crack - they've stolen the keys and sort of figured out how to switch the thing on. I'm just staggered by it.(On driving in L.A.)

• There's the clown in House, there's an adolescent in him, a child, a playful side. There's also a tormented self-destroyer as well. I get the best of all possible worlds.

• Tarantino is fantastically entertaining. Kill Bill is about as much fun as you can have in a theater. And I have to see any Clint Eastwood film. I've seen all his movies, some an embarrassing number of times.

• That's plainly absurd....What I am - and I'm sure everyone knows this - is a profoundly unsexy person playing a sexy character. (On being told he is the "thinking woman's sex symbol", after his success on House, M.D.)

About Hugh Laurie

• He is one of those rare people who manages to be lugubriously sexy - like a well-hung eel. -- Emma Thompson

• He's the real thing. Gifted, phenomenally intelligent, and wise. -- Stephen Fry

• I always felt with Hugh that there was a secret waiting to be let out. He thinks a great deal. He is not good at selling himself. Of course, he's terrific at comedy, playing the amiables and idiots, but those who know him well, and not that many do, know that as well as doubt and insecurity he has great inner strength, huge depth and thoughtfulness. -- Ben Elton
• I've always thought of Hugh as a panda, probably because he's not naturally agressive. Either a panda or an Opel Kadett. -- Stephen Fry

• The thing you have to realise about Hugh is that he was born prematurely disillusioned. -- Emma Thompson