At the end of the day, you know, love does not happen between two perfect people as much as we would wish.

We're all flawed people at the end of the day; I don't know any perfect people.

I don't really do simple. I'm not really interested in simple at the end of the day, because nothing's ever simple, and nothing's ever perfect. People certainly aren't - I would hope, anyway, because that would be boring, wouldn't it?

When does life start? When does it end? Who makes these decisions?... Every day, in hospitals and homes and hospices... people are struggling with those profound issues.

At the end of the day, you know yourself best.

You know, entertainment is just a curtain at the end of the day.