It was the hardest boyfriend I ever had to break up with.
It's not good to meet you heroes. The humanity in them or the a**hole in them will bring it down. And you don't want to do that.
The goals are not about the sweet smell of success as much as it's about enjoying a damn day on the movie set. . . I live in a complete state of grace.
My career was always full of risks one way or another, and that's the way I like it.
When I go to the movies, I like romance, comedy, and thrillers. I hate gore.
Here we are signing autographs for people who essentially know know how to write their name and are functionally literate. But if you cease to teach cursive writing, how does one know how to, I don't know, replicate the Declaration of Independence? Or the orations of Cicero? Is it just going to be on the internet?
I don't care for horror and fantasy films. I never go to see them in the theater. I know I've played in many of them, but I didn't do them because of their genre - I did them just because I loved their scripts.
A mind that is positive cannot be controlled. For the purposes of occult dominion, minds must therefore be rendered passive and negative in order that control may be achieved. Minds consciously working to a definite end are a power, and power can oppose power for good or for evil. The scheme for world dominion might be doomed by the recognition of this principle alone, but, as it is unfortunately unrecognized, it remains unchallenged.
Forget the boring old dictum, 'Write about what you know. ' Instead, seek out an unknown yet knowable area of experience that's going to enhance your understanding of the world and write about that.
Do you take me for a sponge, my lord? hamlet: Ay, sir; that soaks up the king's countenance, his rewards, his authorities. But such officers do the king best service in the end: he keeps them, like an ape, in the corner of his jaw; first mouthed, to be last swallowed: when he needs what you have gleaned, it is but squeezing you, and, sponge, you shall be dry again. rosencrantz: I understand you not, my lord. hamlet: I am glad of it: a knavish speech sleeps in a foolish ear.
Our afflictions would trouble us much less if we knew God's reason for sending them.