One thing about being successful is that I stopped being afraid of dying. Once you're a star you're dead already. You're embalmed.

There are people who appear in the magazines and I don't know who they are. I've never seen anything they've done and their careers are over already. They're famous for maybe 10 minutes. Real careers I think take a long time to unfold.

The strangest part about being famous is you don't get to give first impressions anymore. Everyone already has an impression of you before you meet them.

While Free Choice Vouchers didn't fulfill my vision of a health care system in which every American would be empowered to hire and fire their insurance company they were a foothold for choice and competition and a safety valve for Americans whose employers are already forcing them to bear more and more of their family's health insurance costs.

While I have felt lonely many times in my life the oddest feeling of all was after my mother Lucille died. My father had already died but I always had some attachment to our big family while she was alive. It seems strange to say now that I felt so lonely yet I did.

The greenest home is the one you don't build. If you really want to save the Earth move in with another family and share a house that's already built. Better yet live in the forest and eat whatever the squirrels don't want.

You can't do opera when already from the 10th row you can only see little dolls on the stage. In such an enormous space you can't put much faith in the personal presence of the individual singer which is reflected in facial expressions among other things.

Do not tell secrets to those whose faith and silence you have not already tested.

Washington D.C. is what is broken not the immigration policies. We have good laws. We have people suffer every day because of government's failure to enforce the law and be respectful to the process we have. We have a pathway to citizenship already in place.

Experience already reduced to a group of impressions is ringed round for each one of us by that thick wall of personality through which no real voice has ever pierced on its way to us or from us to that which we can only conjecture to be without.