Life's not black-and-white. Sometimes the ends justifies the means.

I love him wholly and unconditionally and without reservation. I love him enough to sacrifice a friendship. I love him enough to accept my own happiness and use it, in turn, to make him happy back.

But now we have time. Endless time stretches before us.

And like a favorite old movie, sometimes the sameness in a friend is what you like the most about her.

No, scratch the word "career." Careers are for people who wish to advance. I only want to survive, draw a paycheck.

But I have learned that you make your own happiness, that part of going for what you want means losing something else. And when the stakes are high, the losses can be that much greater.

But I have learned that you can't just create your own timetable and will it to come true.

I don’t know. She was a sweet girl. As sweet as they come. I don’t know why I didn’t love her. It’s something you can’t really control.

What if two people want to be your partner, then what?

Songs and smells will bring you back to a moment in time more than anything else. It's amazing how much can be conjured with a few notes of a song or a solitary whiff of a room.

I realize thirty is just a number, that you're only as old as you feel and all that. I also realize that in the grand scheme of things, thirty is still young. But it's not that young.

The worst is not always certain but it's very likely.

I have no sympathy for debunking human achievements that, in the end, gave ordinary people liberty.

There doesn't need to be a God for me.

You cannot win a War on Terrorism. It's like having a war on jealousy.

I don't have any plugs or tucks but people do what they want. I look at it as mutilation.

According to the Office of Technology Assessment, 3 Minuteman missiles and 7 Poseidon missiles could destroy 73 percent of oil-refining capacity in the Soviet Union.

What did it avail to pray when he knew his soul lusted after its own destruction?

Female spies typically represented one of two extremes: the seductress who employed her wiles to manipulate men, and the cross-dresser who blended in by impersonating them.

I remember that Jackie [Stewart] was the first driver wearing flameproof underwear! What it definitely was: it was much more flamboyant. But that doesn't really make it better in my point of view.

I actually pay careful attention to that sort of thing - infusing humor into my films - because that's how important I think humor is.