I've sat looking down into a volcano that could blow at any moment; I've helped catch a shark and several rattlesnakes; I let a tarantula walk across my hand, and I ate rat soup.

What is beauty, anyway? It's more than something pleasant looking. If it doesn't stop us in our tracks and make us unable to move for a moment, unable to put into words what's closing off the breath in our throats, then maybe it's pretty, but it probably isn't beauty.

At the moment it is looking more like a 10 percent reduction by 2010.

You can't be aware of everything. You'd fall down the stairs if you were aware of every intricate thing involved in going down stairs.

We were always on the run and just ate whatever was there. We never sat down as a family because we were always on different schedules.

My father sang well, and he was a handsome man. When he walked down the street, people sometimes mistook him for Cary Grant and asked for his autograph.