It is possible there are some things you want so badly that you will change your life to make them happen.

How do you ever hold on to anybody?

Looking up at the stars and smoking in silence.

If you're scared, do something.

The wave of memory had submerged me for a whole minute, while I'd just sat staring and let it all come flooding back.

I need complicated railroad journeys and people speaking to me in foreign languages to keep me happy. I want to see the world and write stories about everything I see.

Driving like a man is one of her few foibles.

Inspector Milne's suspicious prying appeared to have awakened her inner Bolshevik, and so I discovered my own lady mother is not above quietly circumventing the law.

I ken who you are! You're Strathfearn's granddaughter. Julie Stuart, is it? Och, aye, Lady Julia! Well then, Lady Julia, tell me -- who don't you deserve a glass of water?

That is a terrifically intimate thing, you know? Letting a stranger light your cigarette. Leaning forward so he can hold a flame to your lips. Pausing to breathe in before you pull back again.

Where there is love, it is Jesus that will surely triumph.

Sure, I like ice cream, but when you keep a healthy lifestyle, it's: Do you prefer sweets and crappy food, or do you prefer to have a nice body? It depends on what you want more.

I've always said to people that auteurism is nice, but it's hypothetical, and gradually you learn how much or how little influence different directors had.

In the past, some of the songs that were the most fun, and the most entertaining and rocking, fell by the wayside because I was concerned with what I was going to say and how I was going to say it.

If Life is a Bowl of Cherries, What Am I Doing in the Pits?

I had starred in more than 30 successful films, six in a row directed by Cecil B. De Mille.

I don't start with a color order, but find the colors as I go.

He has been a doctor a year now and has had two patients - no, three, I think - yes, it was three; I attended their funerals.

The moment love is equated with happiness, it is satisfied — and is no longer love. The satisfied, the happy ones, do not love; they fall asleep in habit, near neighbor to annihilation.

America was founded on Christians not trusting each other, and they sometimes seemed more willing to reach out to the godless than to someone from another sect.