If there's any business that instructs you in the strong hand of fate, it's show business. You can plan and plan, but it's what happens to you that really determines what your career will be like.

As for lawyers, it's more fun to play one than to be one.

There is no problem that is not improved by effort, and no effort that is too paltry to be worth undertaking.

I enjoy listening to opera at home, occasionally, but I would much rather see it than just listen to it.

Separation is painful, and there's such a thing as doing it too much - the limits are how much it hurts.

I literally was saved by a role, from becoming a cab driver. I never did have to wait tables, though, so looking back I guess I had it pretty soft.

Painting is very interesting.

I've always done what I thought was good if I could live on what they were offering-and sometimes if I couldn't. So even when I was broke, my career didn't lack for interest.

I think the bait for doing something really is always the part.

The virtue of the country is that it makes you thirsty for the city.

That's where I'd like to be: when the business says here's a good actor who is marketable so we can use him. Just that.

There is not a better time to start being the unique contribution that you are.

The Court's authority - possessed of neither the purse nor the sword -ultimately rests on substantial public confidence in its moral sanctions.

Freedom of the press is the staff of life for any vital democracy.

If you're going to choose to do something like the Paleo Diet, then you choose not to enjoy your nights out.

It was like she was cheated. Only nobody had cheated her. So there was nobody to take it out on. However, just the same she had that feeling. Cheated.

There have been concerns about the long-term prospect that we lose control of certain kinds of intelligences. I fundamentally don’t think that’s going to happen.

Affliction is the school in which great virtues are acquired, in which great characters are formed.

Our years Glide silently away. No tears, No loving orisons repair The wrinkled cheek, the whitening hair That drop forgotten to the tomb.

I still think that maybe the "afterlife" is just something we made up to ease the pain of loss, to make our time in the labyrinth bearable. Maybe we are just matter, and matter gets recycled

At least a third of a woman's life is marked with aging; about a third of her body is made of fat. Both symbols are being transformed into operable condition