Abraham Lincoln is resolute, honest, has the best interest of the nation at heart, and he's as ugly as homemade Sunday sin, so he is modest, too. I'd vote for that in an undead heartbeat.

Take every job. Learn everybody's name. Show up early. Know who you are and know who you're not. Stop dreaming and start trying.

Lincoln is me. He is America. He is what makes us a great nation and a dangerous nation, all wrapped up in one man.

If someone asked for advice on being an actor I'd say "Don't. It's a hard life." And if they walked away I'd be happy to have spared them years of misery.

I want to be Lon Chaney. I want to be Karloff. I want to help people escape the mundane world. I want to make their skins crawl. And I want them to love it every bit as much as I do.

Lincoln could be on the moon. He's still Lincoln.

All you have to do to be a camera actor is tell the truth.

The fact that Abraham Lincoln ever, ever became President is either a freak accident of history... or destiny; God's providence to America.

Abraham Lincoln was a melancholy man, so he had a dark side that appeals to horror fans.

Abraham Lincoln is the guy who could never be elected today, but whom we desperately wish we could elect.

I'm going to write a book about an intelligent woman who does stupid things when it comes to men. I'll call it, "My Memoirs.

Nana...how come being happy and making your dreams come true are two different things? Even now, I still don't know why...

You never see the old austerity That was the essence of civility Young people hereabouts unbridled now Just want.

Just don't give up trying to do what you really want to do. Where there is love and inspiration, I don't think you can go wrong.

Anybody who cares less about wanting to be cool, I think, is more interesting.

It touches on drug use. I got caught up in that for almost two years.

I didn't want to be a boy, ever, but I was outraged that his height and intelligence were graces for him and gaucheries for me.

If things are easy for us, then they are not lessons, but things we already know.

Paul's last words to Linda: "You're up on your beautiful Appaloosa stallion. It's a fine spring day. We're riding through the woods. The bluebells are all out, and the sky is clear-blue".

How could a good, all-powerful God allow suffering?