Obama has become too dependent on formal speeches and set town halls. His idea of mixing it up is taking off his jacket.
L.A. is still such a fascinating place to me, so big and diverse. It's so spread out that you can go from Zuma to downtown and there's really like 10 different towns in between.
In Brentwood we had a big safe-deposit box to put manuscripts in if we left town during fire season. It was such a big box that we never bothered to clean it out.
Every town in America had at least one, two, or maybe three radio stations that played rock 24 hours a day. In England, we had a rock specialist on for two hours a week.
One of the problems with the fiasco of suburbia is that it destroyed our understanding of the distinction between the country and the town, between the urban and the rural. They're not the same thing.
When I was a kid, I used to deliver the newspaper all over town, cramming papers between screen doors and into mailboxes and under doormats.
The interstate highway system was built to get people from point A to point B as fast as possible. And they knocked down mountains and filled valleys and made everything nice and big and flat, and they bypassed every town.
When I hear that a project takes place out of town, the material better be terrific, and it has to come at the right time. My kids are getting older, so it's getting easier, but being a mother - it's a difficult thing to juggle.
No, I don't think about the myth of the West. It's not the kind of thinking I do. That's more suited to people who live in big towns on the West Coast or East Coast, people who stay under a roof, in a room, all the time.
I'm on tour all the time, so I stop at thrift shops. The minute we hit a town, I'll have my assistant Googling thrift stores. I have him go check beforehand; then we go there.
Some people are drawn naturally - there are natural guitarists, and there are natural piano players, and I think guitar implies travel, a sort of footloose gypsy existence. You grab your bag and you go to the next town.
Charles Foster Kane: You can't buy a bag of peanuts in this town without someone writing a song about you.
Grace: All I see is a beautiful little town in the midst of magnificent mountains. A place where people have hopes and dreams even under the hardest conditions.
[first title cards] Title Card: The film "DOGVILLE" as told in nine chapters and a prologue Title Card: PROLOGUE (which introduces us to the town and its residents)
Foley: [preparing to charge Bane's army with the Gotham Police Department] There's only one police in this town.
Bruce Baldwin: Mighty nice little town, Albany. They've got the state capitol there, you know.
Narrator: A peaceful, uneventful day in a town much like your own. Then suddenly, without warning... [Explosion] Narrator: [echoing] Atomic holocaust!
Harry Bailey: A toast to my big brother George: The richest man in town.
Dick Stensland: We'll do the town one night... on me. Bud White: I'll bring my wallet, just in case.
Genevieve: One thing I know for sure. A person can't sneeze in this town without somebody offering them a handkerchief.
Finn McGovern: [to John Rooney] You rule this town as God rules the Earth. You give, and you take away. [He is hustled out]
