Through Clinton and Monica, Clinton and Hillary, the scandal, the impeachment, Iraq, Bruce and Demi, Ellen and Anne, I have remained consistently and nauseatingly adorable. I have, in fact, been known to cause diabetes.

And the insidious thing is that people will either see a movie because it did well last weekend or won't see it because it didn't do well.

I love what you might call brutal elegance. Where form and function are really obvious. There is nothing easily broken in this house.

People are always telling me that change is good. But all that means is that something you didn't want to happen has happened.

It's triumphant for someone to wake up to life. I feel a tremendous sense of liberation. You want to be able to use both your intuitive side and your go-get-'em side with no blame.

Maybe that whole love thing is just a grown-up version of Santa Claus; just a myth we've been fed since childhood. So, we keep buying magazines, joining clubs, and doing therapy and watching movies with hit pop songs played over love montages all in a pathetic attempt to explain why our love Santa keeps getting caught in the chimney.

I heard that chivalry was dead, but I think it's just got a bad flue.