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.

I have a very good life, so I have nothing to complain about. Sometimes, I just have existential angst.

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

And who cares, five years down the road, what most movies made or didn't make? If it's good, it stands up.

I wouldn't have thought of myself as a person who could guide anybody and then it turned out that I can.

I'm a sucker for a funny script. And then, as soon as I don't wanna be, one comes along and grabs me.

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.