You don't know what someone's going to walk away from a movie with but you hope it's something positive but if nothing you want them most basically to be entertained and engaged. That's your job. But you also hope to give them something to chew on or maybe some insight into the human existence you hope a little bit. Not to sound too lofty.

You travel with the hope that something unexpected will happen. It has to do with enjoying being lost and figuring it out and the satisfaction. I always get a little disappointed when I know too well where I'm going or when I've lived in a place so long that there's no chance I could possibly get lost.

'Little Miss Sunshine' snowballed. It was a tiny movie. We shot it in 30 days and it was really fun to do but it was one of those small movies that you don't hold out huge hope for.

I don't believe that I'm better than anybody but I do believe that I'll try harder than most and I hope that people just join me for a little bit of a ride.

I am proud and more than a little excited to be asked to work with Faber in an editorial capacity. It is my dearest hope that we will produce some fantastic books together.

If we all worked on the assumption that what is accepted as true is really true there would be little hope of advance.

For all their current prestige Osama bin Laden and the suicide bombers are still regarded in all but the most desperate districts of Gaza or Peshawar as romantics with little chance of more than symbolic victories however bloody and brutal. That gives both the Middle East and the West a small and distant hope of security.

I try to make my life about service and hope that one day we can all 'see' a little better because God is with everyone and everywhere.

The only people who live in a post-black world are four people who live in a little white house on Pennsylvania Avenue. The idea that America is post-racial or post-black because a man I admire Barack Obama is president of the United States is a joke. And I hope no one will even wonder about this crazy fiction again.

I hope my tongue in prune juice smothers If I belittle dogs and mothers.