She understood what the struggle was about. You become aware. It hits you in the stomach and then a cop hits you on the head.

I have an old brain but a terrific memory.

Every Friday I used to have about fifty, sixty kids who would wait for me on Sunset Boulevard and I'd take them all to dinner. All runaways.

But find something that you absolutely love doing. And then get to love the way you do it. That's the uniqueness of all of us. That's it.

As long as you gave it your best shot, even if in the opinion of others "you failed," you didn't fail.

America gets the politicians they deserve. That's it. And you keep struggling.