“I suppose I could have stayed home and baked cookies and had teas.”

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.

On some campuses, change is effected through nonviolent or even violent means.

When the belly is empty, the body becomes spirit; and when it is full, the spirit becomes body.

Going hungry never bothered me – it was having no clothes.

We are nowhere forbidden to laugh, or be satisfied with food or to be delighted with music or to drink wine.

I’m all over the place with muffins. Carrots are great. Banana, chocolate chip, they rock, too.

He who is a slave to his stomach seldom worships God.

We don’t need sugar, flour or rice or anything else. We just want to see our dear ones.

You can’t start a diet in the middle of the week, that’s just stupid.

We all mourn in our own way. I mourn with a great steak.