The intelligence community gets hurt through sequestration.

The question that will decide our destiny is not whether we shall expand into space. It is: shall we be one species or a million? A million species will not exhaust the ecological niches that are awaiting the arrival of intelligence.

The Clinton White House today said they would start to give national security and intelligence briefings to George Bush. I don't know how well this is working out. Today after the first one Bush said 'I've got one question: What color is the red phone?'

Being an intellectual creates a lot of questions and no answers.

If there are no stupid questions then what kind of questions do stupid people ask? Do they get smart just in time to ask questions?

There have been many different artists that have been inspirational. I suppose the question is directed to what was the reason why I went into fantasy illustration.

There's no great mystery to acting. It's a very simple thing to do but you have to work hard at it. It's about asking questions and using your imagination.

The question is how to bring a work of imagination out of one language that was just as taken-for-granted by the persons who used it as our language is by ourselves. Nothing strange about it.

A clever imagination humorous request can open closed doors and closed minds.

I can get very philosophical and ask the questions Keats was asking as a young guy. What are we here for? What's a soul? What's it all about? What is thinking about imagination?