Well, you know, when people say stuff about you, it's always really flattering. But does it mean anything to me? It's not really real to me; there's no reality to it.

You are absolutely free to describe me as a turtle or something.

I was the youngest child and got a lot more freedom than my brother and sister. I used to wander, doing my own thing under the radar, but I didn't get in bad, bad trouble.

Academia is a rarified culture, especially an Ivy League academic background.

I think that deep down all I have been looking for is to be accepted and liked by as many people as possible.

I like playing weird, kind of shady people.

I learned how to fire a sniper rifle, which I'm sure will be useful at some point.

I get tired of myself pretty fast. So I can't imagine other people don't get tired of me.

I don't consider myself a very interesting person. I have the mentality of a supporting actor.

I get tired of myself pretty fast.

I'm not a big wine guy. And bars, I never go to bars anymore. It's such a drag, man.

In an election, one needs both hope and audacity.

We need a renaissance of wonder.

Every one of us should be ashamed to be free while his brother is a slave.

In the material sciences these are and have been, and are most surely likely to continue to be heroic days.

From that moment on, there will be an irreversible process to separate Quebec from Canada.

The suffering caused by the terrorists is the real torture.

The government that governs best, governs best!

Faria Alam whined about the invasion of her privacy in yet another lucrative interview earlier this week. There is very good money to be made out of whining about the invasion of your privacy.

(About a cookbook...) - What about this one? Maids of Honor? - Weeelll, they starts OUT as Maids of Honor...but they ends up Tarts.