The older people that one admires seem to be fearless. They go right out into the world. It's astounding. Maybe they can't see or they can't hear but they walk out into the street and take life as it comes. They're models of courage in a strange way.

They very seldom let me lose my cool. They made me like I was Polly Perfect which was ridiculous so that when I bump into kids on the street they'd say 'I wish my Mom were like you.'

The second we see somebody on the street or meet someone we make snap judgments about them about who they are and why we wouldn't necessarily sit with them or why we would or what's cool or not cool.

In New York City you can walk down the street and see a girl in a trench who looks equally as cool as a girl wearing Lululemon. It's like you're watching models. You see a little of everything right by you.

Well it's a little harder in New York. It's not as forgiving to a film crew. You hold up a bunch of New Yorkers who can't cross the street they're not going to take it well. Southern California? They'll wait. It's cool man. In New York they're like 'Are you kidding me? I gotta get to work.'

I've noticed that once you leave London you do kind of become a bit more famous. People in London are a bit too cool for school. It's not so unusual to see someone from London in the street. But outside of London people are a bit more excited to see you and come out and support you.

It's hard to encapsulate my inspiration because there are so many different looks but I think it's just like sexy girl you see walking down the street in a cool outfit. A lot of eyelet a lot of leather playing with the hard and the soft the good and bad inside of us all.

I don't mind The Boss. I think he's an honest guy. I have some of his records not all of them. I've met a couple of the E-Street guys and they seem really cool.

Gradually I became aware of details: a company of French soldiers was marching through the streets of the town. They broke formation and went in single file along the communication trench leading to the front line. Another group followed them.

What creates freedom? A revolution in the streets? Mass protest? Civil war? A change of government? The ousting of the old guard and its replacement by the new? History more often than not shows that hopes raised by such events are often dashed sooner rather than later.

Maybe more climate activists will think about the climate change not as an international problem to be resolved in an air-conditioned meeting hall but as a guerilla war to be fought in the streets.

I love street style seeing how girls wear pieces and how their pair accessories with their outfit. How they pair shoes with a bag and go to day to night and change things up.

If you walk down the street and smile at someone that will get passed on to the next person. That has the power to change someone's day.

I got all the respect in the world for the front-runners in this race but ask yourself: If we replace a Democratic insider with a Republican insider you think we're really going to change Washington D.C.? You don't have to settle for Washington and Wall Street insiders who supported the Wall Street bailout and the Obamacare individual mandate.

A paparazzo once jumped out of a car and started running backward with me. I slowed down out of courtesy because she started drifting into the street. I reached out my hand and moved her back so she didn't get hit by a bus.

I was always an observer even as a child. I could be satisfied to sit in a car for 3 hours and just look at the street go by while my mother went shopping.

When I was living on the street I would be standing out in front of Grauman's Chinese Theater leaning against my car and signing autographs and nobody had any idea that I was living in it.

I'm the one who gets called up about a problem. I'm the one who gets called up about the street lighting and the abandoned car. I'm the one who gets blamed if the police don't arrive. I'm the one they blame if a city truck is broken down.

A few years ago I was at a party and this guy threw me over his shoulder ran across the street put me in his car and stuck his tongue in my mouth.

I was an economics major in college and every summer after school I would drive my car from California from Claremont men's college at the time to New York. And I worked on Wall Street.

It's that I don't like white paper backgrounds. A woman does not live in front of white paper. She lives on the street in a motor car in a hotel room.

I like structure - like driving: go past the school on the street stay on the right side no hitting the car go in right you'll see a big church stop and take a left and you'll have it. By doing this I'm giving a structure of life a path of light and showing what happens between me and me which is something very beautiful.

Every night half an hour before curtain up the bells of St. Malachy's the Actors' Chapel on New York's 49th Street peal the tune of 'There's No Business Like Show Business.' If you walk the streets of the theatre district before a show and see the vast enthusiastic lines it sounds like a calling: there is certainly no place like Broadway.

Barack Obama's life was so much simpler in 2009. Back then he had refined the cold act of blaming others for the bad economy into an art form. Deficits? Blame Bush's tax cuts. Spending? Blame the wars in Iraq and Afghanistan. No business investment? Blame Wall Street.