Give me the compliments. I love compliments. I was born modest, but it wore off.

Again, in Wag the Dog, war has to be declared by an act of congress. But if you go to war, you don't have to declare war. You're just at war and we did that, which is not legal.

I saw the horizon. It's out there. And though I may not ever be able to touch it, it's worth reaching for.

Postman is a media analyst and his theory is that television doesn't influence our culture, but that it is our culture and the presidency and anything that relies on television.

There is no normal life, there's just life. You live it.

I respect people who can do both careers, like Will Smith and a couple of other people who have done it, but I just don't know when they sleep.

I don't make any pretense about being normal. I'm not.

I'm very wary of news on television.

Without deadlines and restrictions I just tend to become preoccupied with other things.

Warren Beatty once told me that if someone's really stuck on you, find them their next boyfriend. But I could never do that.

That's the joy of art - it should be dangerous and challenging but it's just art - it's safe.

Take responsibility of your own happiness, never put it in other people’s hands.

Well, now you can see how sensible it is not to start your day by guessing what might happen... After all, how long would I have had to go on guessing before I guessed this?

Look around you...Feel the wind, smell the air. Listen to the birds and watch the sky. Tell me what's happening in the wide world.

Service for one another, service for mankind,

As a songwriter, you might write every day and throughout the course of a year you might get four songs that are really special.

A lot of the stars were actually in the military and they were really strong characters.

Gossip is dying out because fewer and fewer people care to talk about anything besides themselves.

What I mean by art is the human act of doing something that connects us to someone else

And there I am, blushing and confused, made beautiful by Cinna’s hands, desirable by Peeta’s confession, tragic by circumstance, and by all accounts, unforgettable.

Maybe the bride-bed brings despair, For each an imagined image brings And finds a real image there...