Well I'm a 5 year old at heart; I still think that there is a monster under my bed - and I'm not joking. It's pathetic, it's really not cute.
For me, it was never a choice not to play the game because I was never attracted to it in the first place. I have plenty of friends who get stalked by the paparazzi, but it's not anything you'd aspire to. Fame is like Frankenstein's monster - once you've created it, it can get out of control.
You have to fight the green monster with your mind, not your fists.
I dont want to create a monster; I want to make something which is new, exceptional, something that only I do. . . something that references tradition, but is still new.
I was becoming the cold, emotionally crippled monster I always wanted to be, and I wasn’t so sure I liked it. But it was too late. The metamorphosis was already well under way.
Man without mysticism is a monster.
You dream that you want to be a monster maker when you grow up, and that's what happened. I refused to take no for an answer. I just was a very driven kid, who's now a very driven semi-adult.
farewell' is a monster among words, and never yet sounded kindly in any ear.
Sin is the Monster we love to deny. It is crouching at the door and it wants you, but you must overcome it.
They’re waiting for you. Go on in. ” Adrian leaned close to Keith’s ear and spoke in an ominous voice. “If. You. Dare. ” He poked Keith’s shoulder and gave a "Muhahaha” kind of monster laugh.
Rationalists are admirable beings, rationalism is a hideous monster when it claims for itself omnipotence. Attribution of omnipotence to reason is as bad a piece of idolatry as is worship of stock and stone believing it to be God.
I always root for the monster.
Though if love was an animal, Garret knew, it would probably be the Loch Ness Monster. If it didn’t exist, that didn’t matter. People made models of it, put it in the water, and took photos. The hoax of it was good enough. The idea of it. Though some people feared it, wished it would just go away, had their lives insured against being eaten alive by it.
I know how difficult it can be when the image you've had of something doesn't match its reality; when the friend beside you turns into a monster.
My plan was to never get married. I was going to be an art monster instead. Women almost never become art monsters because art monsters only concern themselves with art, never mundane things. Nabokov didn't even fold his own umbrella. Vera licked his stamps for him.
Over half a million women are raped in this country every year, and only a fraction of them report it because they're too ashamed. It’s a really screwed up world, but its not your fault, and what happened to you, it doesn't make you the monster.
I seem to be the most wordy when it comes to monsters because I'm a bit of a monster freak.
Here we find the moat of thieves. And just as a lizard, with a quick, slick slither, Flicks across the highway from hedge to hedge, Fleeter than a flash, in the battering dog-day weather, A fiery little monster, livid, in a rage, Black as any peppercorn, came and made a dart At the guts of the others, and leaping to engage One of the pair, it pierced him at the part Through which we first draw food; then loosed its grip And fell before him, outstretched and apart.
I do fat people and these makeups are really hard to do, but I want to make monster movies.
Calling someone a monster does not make him more guilty; it makes him less so by classing him with beasts and devils.