Yul Brynner's performance in "The King and I," . . . can no longer be regarded as a feat of acting or even endurance. After 30-odd . . . Mr Brynner is, quite simply, The King.

Anything But An Apologist for the Lefties and All of Their Causes.

It is kind of tedious after a while, to parse politicians doing the same thing over and over again. The facts change from week to week, but the sort of masquerade doesn't.

What are Americans still buying? Big Macs,Campbell's soup,Hershey's chocolate and Spam--the four food groups of the apocalypse.

While F.D.R. once told Americans that we have nothing to fear but fear itself, Mr. Ashcroft is delighted to play the part of Fear Itself, an assignment in which he lets his imagination run riot.

After 9/11, we realized that all these silly culture wars, and arguing about rock lyrics... who cares? You know, we, for some reason, remembered what our real problems are.

I'm always struck by the kids who turn up in New York and LA, and places in between. Chicago. Wanting to do theater, wanting to do independent film. Wanting to break into television or radio.

The only truly shocking thing about last Tuesday's election is that the Democrats didn't do far worse, or as badly as they deserved.

The most wonderful street in the universe is Broadway. It is a world within itself. High and low, rich and poor, pass along at a rate peculiar to New York, and positively bewildering to a stranger.

Americans have less and less patience for the intrusive and divisive moral scolds who thrived in the bubbles of the Clinton and Bush years.

When something really comes from the soul, I think it has a truth that you cannot find in politics.

if it doesn’t come bursting out of youin spite of everything, don’t do it.unless it comes unasked out of yourheart and your mind and your mouthand your gut, don’t do it.

[We] need people who are kind by instinct, not by effort. But that is what we lack in this time. For progress, we have eaten our souls up, and nothing matters anymore.

I learnt to drive at around eleven years old. In an old jeep on a field in Colorado. There were lots of ditches. I could barely see over the steering wheel.

You must forgive me, for I struggled only for you.

The projects I look for to produce or direct would not be ones in which I would want to act.

I realized that making music can help me to convey my feelings, and if it can relieve me, maybe it can help someone else?

Do not spend in excess like one who is careless of what is good, nor be miserly; the mean is best in every case.

What are the best things and the worst things in your life, and when are you going to get around to whispering or shouting them?

Counterfeiters exist because there is such a thing as real gold.

I like to choose compassion over judgment and curiosity over fear.