Most of us have compromised with life. Those who fight for what they want will always thrill us.

Life is too short to work so hard.

I'm not a film star; I am an actress. Being a film star is such a false life, lived for fake values and for publicity.

I've been a godmother loads of times, but being a grandmother is better than anything.

I loved fencing and dancing and elocution.

People who are very beautiful make their own laws.

Scarlett: You should die of shame to leave me here alone and helpless. Rhett: You helpless? (laughs) Heaven help the Yankees if they capture you.

Sometimes I dread the truth of the lines I say. But the dread must never show.

When I come into the theatre I get a sense of security. I love an audience. I love people, and I act because I like trying to give pleasure to people.

I've always been mad about cats.

It's much easier to make people cry than to laugh.

Dakota's head was stuck in his toga. He staggered around olike a Kool-Aid-stained ghost."Um, " Percy said, "should I wear my bed sheets?

The lucky fellow is the plucky fellow who has been burning midnight oil and taking defeat after defeat with a smile.

Celebrate your successes. Find some humor in your failures.

The point is, we can decry the dangers we face or ignore them or even allow ourselves to be paralyzed by fear.

It's heartbreaking but we're trying to get over it. As disappointed as we were, I think that somehow you have to find a way to think that it happened for a reason.

My character has always been important to me. That was the one thing that I knew, no matter what, I had to hold that strong.

Nothing bubbled up from the depths. For once, the present was so alive and captivating that the past was not even an echo or a shadow-she was, in this moment, wiped clean.

I always loose a little weight on the road, so I constantly have to be on top of my nutrition and hydration.

Many ordinary Americans make themselves feel better by saying what the famous daytime TV idiot says. But it leads to absolute calamity and disaster, as we are seeing.

The late philosopher Morris R. Cohen of CCNY was asked by a student in the metaphysics course, Professor Cohen, how do I know that I exist? The keen old prof replied, And who is asking?