I have over five thousand costumes and props and cars, and I have a twenty-five thousand square foot warehouse full of memorabilia.
Discussion in America means dissent.
Two is company, four is a party, three is a crowd. One is a wanderer.
We are a nation that has always gone in for the loud laugh, the wow, the yak, the belly laugh, and the dozen other labels for the roll- em-in-the-aisles gagerissimo. This is the kind of laugh that delights actors, directors, and producers, but dismays writers of comedy because it is the laugh that often dies in the lobby. The appreciative smile, the chuckle, the soundless mirth, so important to the success of comedy, cannot be understood unless one sits among the audience and feels the warmth created by the quality of laughter that the audience takes home with it.
If I have any beliefs about immortality, it is that certain dogs I have known will go to heaven, and very, very few persons.
Let me be the first to admit that the naked truth about me is to the naked truth about Salvador Dali as an old ukulele in the attic is to a piano in a tree, and I mean a piano with breasts. Senor Dali has the jump on me from the beginning. He remembers and describes in detail what it was like in the womb. My own earliest memory is of accompanying my father to a polling booth in Columbus, Ohio, where he voted for William McKinley.
One martini is all right. Two are too many, and three are not enough.
I speak English without an accent, and I speak Spanish without an accent. I really do have the best of both worlds.
Leaders always choose the harder right rather than the easier wrong.
I don't see the world as something divided between right and left.
Every morning during meditation, I prepare myself for the whole day's struggle. Holy Communion assures me that I will win the victory; and so it is. I fear the day when I do not receive Holy Communion. This bread of the Strong gives me all the strength I need to carry on my mission and the courage to do whatever the Lord asks of me. The courage and strength that are in me are not of me, but of Him who lives in me - it is the Eucharist.