I am lucky to have been gifted with a good ear and the ability to mimic. If I can hear it. . . I can replicate it, whether it's a dialect or just matching the tone of someones voice.
The loneliest moment in someone’s life is when they are watching their whole world fall apart, and all they can do is stare blankly.
When you first take someone’s life, two people die. The person you just killed and the human being you used to be. You’re never the same after that—it changes you forever and not in a good way —and no matter how hard you try, you can’t go back to the innocence you had. Ever.
It’s harder to talk about, but what I really, really, really want for Christmas is just this: I want to be 5 years old again for an hour. I want to laugh a lot and cry a lot. I want to be picked or rocked to sleep in someone’s arms, and carried up to be just one more time. I know what I really want for Christmas: I want my childhood back. People who think good thoughts give good gifts.
There are little things that get on my nerves, like people who have reading material in their powder room. When you go in someone’s house, and next to the toilet they have a huge basket of magazines, I find that repellent. I recommend against straining while reading.
See all these buildings, Russell? All these buildings were once a drawing on a piece of paper, and before that they were an idea in someone’s head. Any idea that you have, you can make manifest.
You are always someones favorite unfolding story
What Ive learned is that music affects the way you feel. A song can change someones life.
If you find it complicated to answer someone’s question, do not answer it, for his container is already full and does not have room for the answer
When I hear someone’s in the civil rights business, I oil up my AR-25.
I just want to write someone’s favorite book
Unfortunately, every time someone said “debriefing,” the entire flock had one image: someone’s tighty-whities disappearing in a flash. We were smothering our giggles, but it was getting harder. Coupled with the whole “naval this, and naval that,” with its undeniable belly-button connotations, we were essentially turning into a sugar-jacked, sleep-deprived flock of incoherent, silly, recombinant-DNA goofballs. This was not going to end well.
You can write a book on how to ruin someone’s perfect day.
If you aren’t going to say something directly to someone’s face, than don’t use online as an opportunity to say it. It is this sense of bravery that people get when they are anonymous that gives the blogosphere a bad reputation.
You can’t violate someone’s trust and expect there to be no consequences.
While it did smash, breaking a bottle over someone’s head requires a lot more force than movies had led me to believe.
Long after you’ve forgotten someone’s voice, you can still remember the sound of their happiness or their sadness. You can feel it in your body.
Your internal dialogue has got to be different from what you say. And, you know, in film, hopefully that registers and speaks volumes. It’s always the unspoken word and what’s happening behind someone’s eyes that makes it so rich.
I dont like being told someones interpretation of something that I do.
She couldn’t help wondering if that was how one made the decision to forgive or not. If letting go hurt more than accepting someone’s mistakes.
