Mausoleum air and anguished pauses: If this production were a poem, it would be mostly white space.

It is said that no star is a heroine to her makeup artist.

Every artist undresses his subject, whether human or still life. It is his business to find essences in surfaces, and what more attractive and challenging surface than the skin around a soul?

It is an actor's passion to observe the world. It is his art to become what he observes. And finally, it is his job to let the world observe him.

[Michael Hastings] has composed a dirge to incompatibility, which, because it raises expectations only to defeat them, leaves a taste of exhumed ashes.

Hollywood was born schizophrenic. For 75 years it has been both a town and a state of mind, an industry and an art form.

Nothing ages so quickly as yesterday's vision of the future.

Years from now, when cinephiles are asked to name the movies' golden age, they'll say it was when Cate Blanchett was in them.

Today is a time of turbulence and stagnation, of threat and promise from a competitor: the magic, omnivorous videocassette recorder (VCR). In other words, it is business as usual.

It rekindles the great Hollywood romances.

Jimmy Stewart lived for movies, fought for his country, and died for love. Now isn't that a wonderful life?

Friends... they cherish one another's hopes. They are kind to one another's dreams.

My best hostess tip is to have good food and really good music!

I think what my father is saying is I want a fair election. I want a fair election.

You feel like half of your life is a vacation when you go to these Barcelona music festivals and have all day to sound check or go to the pool.

Disregard the study of God, and you sentence yourself to stumble and blunder through life blindfolded.

I think we're going in the right direction.

In the late nineties, Katy Grannan began making haunting photographs of people who had extraordinary inner yens to be seen by strangers.

I love thee like puddings; if thou wert pie I'd eat thee.

We have terrorists coming into the country both through our Northern and Southern borders.

Husbands are like fires - they go out when unattended.