'Come back here, I'm a police officer!' and I shouted back 'No you're not! You're a monster!'
I shall laugh myself to death at this puppy-headed monster!
Zombies are the real lower-class citizens of the monster world and that's why l like them.
The artist must bow to the monster of his own imagination.
Whenever education and refinement carry us away from the common people, they are growing towards selfishness, which is the monster evil of the world. That is true cultivation which gives us sympathy with every form of human life, and enables us to work most successfully for its advancement. Refinement that carries us away from our fellow people is not God's refinement.
As an actor, doing it for 30 years, with every movie, you're trying to figure out a way to make it more naturalistic and more organic to humanity. When you have lines like, "Never let the monster out," it's hard.
I am not the same man you found that day! The monster you've created has returned, to kill you!
A monster which devours everything - that is familiarity.
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.
Untouchability is a hydra-headed monster.
life before the monster
I've always enjoyed watching makeup artists - but I'd like to go to the extreme and do monster makeup in movies.
Rumour is a pipe Blown by surmises, jealousies, conjectures And of so easy and so plain a stop That the blunt monster with uncounted heads, The still-discordant wavering multitude, Can play upon it.
He had become a monster. You just couldn't see it. . . because it wore the face of a friend.
In science-fiction films the monster should always be bigger than the leading lady.
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.
The mob is a monster, with the hands of Briareus, but the head of Polyphemus,--strong to execute, but blind to perceive.
I have a sustained interest in frippery. I can't refute the monster accusation, either. Some writers are awful on the page and kind in person. More often it's the other way around. I'd say I'm probably the same amount of asshole on the page as in life. I do try to be entertaining about it, however - in both places.
I wanted to meet the monster. Why go down if you can go up?
That's what it felt like - that if I let a little of the hurt out, it would keep pouring out until I was a deflated balloon of a person, with a big monster of hurt in front of me.