We should invade their countries kill their leaders and convert them to Christianity. We weren't punctilious about locating and punishing only Hitler and his top officers. We carpet-bombed German cities we killed civilians. That's war. And this is war.

It's much easier for me to make major life multi-million dollar decisions than it is to decide on a carpet for my front porch. That's the truth.

Remember I come from such an excessively overdone red-carpet place called Hollywood. So I'm used to people blowing up their success in ways that are far above and beyond the truth.

On set is where I feel comfortable. The red carpet stuff talking about the film explaining your own life it doesn't come naturally. It's all necessary stuff I suppose but it's not my strength.

Jews have had to carry around their own sense of self in a carpet bag and I think perhaps too much emphasis might be being put on nationality and on the other hand patriotism that sort of thing.

To me a lush carpet of pine needles or spongy grass is more welcome than the most luxurious Persian rug.

My husband and I are either going to buy a dog or have a child. We can't decide whether to ruin our carpet or ruin our lives.

To put down an ideogram of a table so that people will recognize it as a table is not the work of a painter but to sense it for a moment as a magic carpet with a leg hanging down at each corner is the beginning of a painter's imagination.

Imagination is the true magic carpet.

I live a dual life. On the red carpet it's complete glam. But at home I'm a jeans and T-shirt kind of girl. Simple can be beautiful.