Hain't we got all the fools in town on our side? And hain't that a big enough majority in any town?
Roy, the guy I play in 'The Grifters,' is a guy who had a very bleak life. His mother had him at 13, and then when she was 17 or 18 and he was 4 or 5, they were trapped in a small Texas town somewhere, and she was ready to do anything to get out.
I admire this town a lot. They take care of their own. There's not a lot of places in the world, much less America, that do that. It's just a great place.
I love Chatsworth, Winchester Cathedral, Edinburgh Castle. . . Every time I'm in the vicinity of something old and worth looking at, I try to go. You don't even have to leave your home town to see some places. How many Londoners have seen the crown jewels? Not many, and they'll blow you away, I promise.
When you're trapped in a small town, the only excitement is the booze.
Here she comes that little town flirt, you're falling for her and you're gonna get hurt.
I come from Main Street, from a small town that's really depressed.
Oh, sheez, what’s Syd Vicious doing back in town? (Payne) How’d the testicle retrieval go, Payne? You still limping?. . . Thought so. I got the thank-you card from Planned Parenthood last week. Seems they want to honor me for saving the gene pool. (Syd)
Los Angeles is a very transient town. It's the only place I know where you can actually rent a dog.
I grew up in Evanston and lived in Chicago for a long time, in Old Town and Wrigleyville. I did three films when I was in high school. The first was 'Class,' with Rob Lowe. I had a supporting role in that.
I was born in Glasgow. But my family is pretty much from a little town called Paisley, famous for its cotton mills and paisley pattern.
I was in Shanghai recently, where Twitter is blocked, and yet there were ads and billboards across town with hashtags on them.
Everyone needs a small-town banker. Especially in a big town.
I was in Philadelphia - a very angry town, Philadelphia. I've never seen a town like this. It's supposed to be the City of Brotherly Love - like when my brother was 12 and I was nine, and he would lean on my shoulder and dangle spit in my face.
Any deviation from the ordinary course of life in this quiet town was enough to stop all progress in it.
If I had grown up in any place but New Orleans, I don't think my career would have taken off. I wouldn't have heard the music that was around this town. There was so much going on when I was a kid.
My father was often impatient during March, waiting for winter to end, the cold to ease, the sun to reappear. March was an unpredictable month, when it was never clear what might happen. Warm days raised hopes until ice and grey skies shut over the town again.
If Washington is a two-party town, why can't Hollywood be one too?
Fear looks both ways but still refuses to cross; fear looks twice and still doesn't leap. . . . Fear usually arrives late, inevitably leaves early, and ends up never going out of town at all. Fear is the phantom hand on the back of the neck and the sound of a door opening downstairs when no one is coming home. . . . Fear grows poor because it watches others gain wealth but cannot enter the fray; fear grows sick because it eats away at heath even as it fears its diminishment; fear grows old watching others live in ways that seem to threaten-but in reality only enhance-life.
There were two kinds of people in our town. The stupid, and the stuck.