After my years in Hollywood, I got tired of apologizing for work that really wasn't mine to begin with.
To my fellow nominees, whoever they are - I'm not that familiar with their work - I just want to say, there's always next year - except, you know, for Ray Romano .
Maybe in past years, perhaps women didn't feel quite as comfortable with revealing themselves, and their skills and their crafts... and now we are, so we're out there, just like the guys.
And then I went to the University of New Hampshire for two years, and then the war came along.
I have spent the past ten years in just about every war zone there was.
Some of those drawn into the holy war had been secular nationalists only a few years before. If one looks at the biographies of these people, remarkable continuities are revealed.
Britain, which in the years immediately before this war was rapidly losing such democratic virtues as it possessed, is now being bombed and burned into democracy.
I am here because I think it was a terrible sin of the west to allow those years of war.
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