It is easy to turn a scooter, but not a train with 40 bogeys. This is such a big country, changes are constant and widespread.
It’s not necessary, in order to be a complete person, that I have a man. It’s not the end-all, be-all of my life.
It doesn't always turn out. It's not always a happy ending when sometimes you say things that you think, and it goes against the grain of the larger group.
You know, honey, husbands come and go but I'm still Cher at the end of the day.
I've never compromised who I am not ever. If I've gotten anywhere in my life it's been on my own merits.
Sometimes I don't tell the truth, which is telling the truth about not telling the truth. I think people don't tell the truth when they're afraid that something bad's going to happen if they tell the truth. I say things all the time that I could really get into trouble for, but they kind of blow over.
Nothing lifts me out of a bad mood better than a hard workout on my treadmill. It never fails. Exercise is nothing short of a miracle.
The sheer quantity of brain power that hurled itself voluntarily and quixotically into the search for new baseball knowledge was either exhilarating or depressing, depending on how you felt about baseball. The same intellectual resources might have cured the common cold, or put a man on Pluto.
He who has loved often. . . has loved never.
The energy released by it is enormous and it becomes quite addictive, the power between the audience and the actor.
And how should a beautiful, ignorant stream of water know it heads for an early release — out across the desert, running toward the Gulf, below sea level, to murmur its lullaby, and see the Imperial Valley rise out of burning sand with cotton blossoms, wheat, watermelons, roses, how should it know?