I like American black soul music, that was my first big enthusiasm.

As you get older you feel you need to pay more attention to what is around you and relish it. I'm greedy for beauty.

The way the elderly are treated, and in some cases warehoused and medicated, rather than nurtured and listened to, is distressing.

If you ever see me in a social setting wearing any sort of sportswear, then you know I'm in crisis.

I'm not a financial expert. The Robin Hood tax seems to me a very simple and beautiful idea. I don't see the problem.

I find it hard to relax around any man who's got the second button on his shirt undone.

When people warned me there would be long periods out of work if I became an actor, I couldn't keep a straight face because that was exactly what I had in mind.

I never go on the net or the web, or whatever it's called.

The phenomenon of vampires has always appealed to me. Everyone kind of likes a vampire story because it almost could be true.

I'm not a royal family watcher.

I'm a jacket man. And if I'm without one, I am kind of seriously disabled. I don't know how to operate in shirt sleeves.

Rejoice with your family in the beautiful land of life.

As you know, in this country Anglo-Americans are about 75 to 76 percent home ownership in this country, where Hispanics, African Americans are less than 50 percent.

I'd love to play a full-out rocking chick.

Every member must work or quit. No honorary members.

When you think, you think in terms of your culture.

I thought very seriously having something more like a normal life where I might have my weekends and evenings off, and be able to read and have a more robust personal life.

Greenmail, in case you're wondering, is when a company pays a raider a premium for his holdings-if he'll go away. What I think it really is is blackmail in a pin-striped suit.

I know for certain that God does not make mistakes, but he does make miracles. I am one. You are, too.

Nine out of ten delinquents are frustrated actors.

"Charge, Chester, charge! on, Stanley, on!" Were the last words of Marmion.