“When a new president comes in, a new president gets to clean house.”

Probably my worst quality is that I get very passionate about what I think is right.

It’s impossible to know what happens in the fog of war.

Women standing up for each other is critically important.

I want to teach. I want to speak. I want to travel.

I’m undaunted in my quest to amuse myself by constantly changing my hair.

Hard men present hard choices – none more so than Vladimir Putin, the President of Russia.

Motown, Motown, that’s my era. Those are my people.

I respect the Congress’s oversight responsibility.

I sometimes think that I didn’t leave the Republican Party, as much as it left me.

I feel like every day, every minute I have to make the most of.

The Russians and the Chinese have been absolutely clear they don’t want to see Iran with a nuclear weapon.

You show people what you’re willing to fight for when you fight your friends.

I’ve had extraordinary good luck with my health, other than a broken elbow.

There is a hunger for the United States to be present again.

We have to knock down the barriers erected by greed, special interests, powerful forces.

There is nothing fast or easy about diplomacy. I have no illusions about that.

Pipe-smokers spend so much time cleaning, filling and fooling with their pipes, they don’t have time to get into mischief.

My idea of superwoman is someone who scrubs her own floors.

I would rather clean than beg.

When I made my Broadway debut, I was still cleaning houses, something I’d done since I went out on my own at 15.

He hath freedom whoso beareth a clean and constant heart within.

Clean your slate. Empty your cup. Let every moment. Fill you up.

He stood against the wind and let it peel him clean.

It’s unfortunate that we live in such a panicked, dysmorphic society where women don’t even give themselves a chance to see what they’ll look like as older persons. I want to have some idea of what I’ll look like before I start cleaning the slates.