I am so glad you are here. It helps me realize how beautiful my world is.
The challenge of screenwriting is to say much in little and then take half of that little out and still preserve an effect of leisure and natural movement
It seemed like a nice neighborhood to have bad habits in.
Down these mean streets a man must go who is not himself mean, who is neither tarnished nor afraid. . . He is the hero, he is everything. He must be a complete man and a common man and yet an unusual man. He must be, to use a rather weathered phrase, a man of honor, by instinct, by inevitability, without thought of it, and certainly without saying it. He must be the best man in his world and a good enough man for any world
I'm an occasional drinker, the kind of guy who goes out for a beer and wakes up in Singapore with a full beard.
To say goodbye is to die a little.
It was a blonde. A blonde to make a bishop kick a hole in a stained-glass window.
Much of my crying is for joy and wonder rather than for pain. A trumpet's wailing, a wind's warm breath, the chink of a bell on an errant lamb, the smoke from a candle just spent, first light, twilight, firelight. Everyday beauty. I cry for how life intoxicates. And maybe just a little for how swiftly it runs.
All actors are incredibly insecure.
If things are going well, religion and legislation are beneficial; if not, they are of no avail.
I mean, what are they scared of? Who's going to vote for anyone from the Communist Party, for God's sake?