On a movie set that works, you have your father figure, the director, you have your siblings, your other actors.

The reality is, we can change. We can change ourselves. We can change our minds. We can change our hearts. And therefore the universe changes.

I don't regret anything. Everything happens for a reason-it's part of the healing process. Life is a healing process.

Always walk towards open doors. And if they slam shut in your face, kick that sucker in and keep going.

I can’t remember that I was ever looking for anything. I was waiting for something to touch me. It’s like, I’ll be open to it, and see if it moves me. There has to be a "falling in love" moment.

In saving Tibet, you save the possibility that we are all brothers, sisters.

Everyone responds to kindness.

There are times when telling lies are not a bad thing. It can be a compassionate thing. But to make it benign, you have to be aware of your compassionate reasons for telling that lie.

I'm younger than I once was. Internally. Less self-conscious. Less insecure.

I don't think that bravery is about skin. Bravery is about a willingness to show emotional need.

People get offended by animal rights campaigns. It's ludicrous. It's not as bad as mass animal death in a factory.

I am not sure if women are attracted to genius. Can you imagine the wise wizard winning the woman over the gallant swordsman? It seems rather otherworldly in more ways than one.

Your self-imposed prison. That think called your COMFORT ZONE. Challenge it, stretch it. You will thank yourself.

Don't buy the house buy the neighborhood.

I still have a lot of passion for music, but I would quit it tomorrow if that's what my family needed me to do. I'm sure I'd miss it, but it's a job.

When you abort the first born of any, nature takes its vengeance on the subsequent children.

I guess being French, I love Hollywood. I love Hollywood movies. Joseph Mankiewicz's 'All About Eve.' 'Mildred Pierce.'

I think if I were living in a utopian world, then it wouldn't be political commentary; it would be about daffodils.

In the consciousness of the infinite, the conscious subject has for his object the infinity of his own nature.

A wealthy man can preserve his wealth only by continuing to serve the consumers in the most efficient way.

When shucked and released from its edges, the windowless subject stands alone as its own thing.