that strange conflict in the American character: we pride ourselves on being the melting pot of the world but we insist on regarding most immigrants with suspicion.

Trying to make order out of my life was like trying to pick up a jellyfish.

Throughout my career, I was to be cast as a frontier girl, an aristocrat, an Arabian, a Eurasian, a Polynesian, and a Chinese.

I suppose life is a little like that, isn't it, a message in a bottle pitched out to sea, to be carried by the winds and the tides, washing up on the beaches we could never imagine.

When I met Jack Kennedy, he was a serious young man with a dream. He was not a womanizer, not as I understood the term.

In the months leading up to World War II, there was a tendency among many Americans to talk absently about the trouble in Europe. Nothing that happened an ocean away seemed very threatening.

When my mood was high, I seemed normal, even buoyant. I felt smarter. I had secrets. I could see God in a light bulb

I admire anyone who rids himself of an addiction.

A romantic, I think, picks the rose and is careless with the thorn.

The things we ignore often come back to us in our sleep.

Wealth, beauty, and fame are transient. When those are gone, little is left except the need to be useful.

Your birth filled your parents with joy, your universe with love, and your soul with the flowers of hope. May those flowers of hope bloom with the fragrance of endless success.

And when I stand in the receiving linelike Jackie Kennedywithout the pillbox hat, if Jackie were fat and had taken enough Klonopinto still an ox, and you w

Under my administration, anyone who illegally crosses the border will be detained until they are removed out of our country and back to the country from which they came.

I can't think of anything until I've got printed words in front of me. I never wake up in the middle of the night with a song in my head.

The idea that a film is created in the editing room - it's only a certain kind of movie that's made in the editing room and it's not one that I really want to see.

The dreams of human beings are dark, heavy and morbid and simplistic and boring. The dreams of immortality are endless and shining, they shimmer, they glow.

Then how about we start with a shower," he said in the kind of deep voice that made her consider the value of cleanliness.

The wren and the nightingale sound nothing alike, but think how dull the world would be without the songs of both birds.-Miss Kanagawa

To withdraw myself from myself has ever been my sole, my entire, my sincere motive in scribbling at all.

I'll never try to put on a fake image. I'm just Zac.