Were I a cloud I'd gather My skirts up in the air, And fly I well know whither, And rest I well know where.
I had been gullible, naive, soft, pliable. That's why I got taken advantage of. To survive, you have to have a tough skin.
That's always at the heart and soul of Disney's features, the feeling of a family values.
Doors open because you're beautiful, but I wouldn't cultivate beauty to the exclusion of brains.
The kids all knew me from Wayne's World. The grown-ups knew me after True Lies.
I'm concentrating on the positive, on all the wonderful things I'm doing now.
Beauty lasts five minutes. Maybe longer if you have a good plastic surgeon.
Do you remember when we picketed the White House in 1965?
I might do a fitness video. Actually, more of a fatness video.
The Iranians are Moslems and the Iraqi are Moslems. Both are certain that there is no God but Allah and that Mohammed is his prophet and believe it with all their hearts. And yet, at the moment, Iraq doesn't trust Iran worth a damn, and Iran trusts Iraq even less than that. In fact, Iran is convinced that Iraq is in the pay of the Great Satan (that's God-fearing America, in case you've forgotten) and Iraq counters with the accusation that it is Iran who is in the pay of the Great Satan. Neither side is accusing the Godless Soviets of anything, which is a puzzle
There's never been a great fight without the writers taking on and finding an identity for it. That's probably what has happened boxing. Writers are not writing about us big boys anymore and I tell you right, however you feel, take something, find it, and use it because American needs something to read about. Not to see on television, but to read about. Let the writers take over.