We're all just animals. That's all we are, and everything else is just an elaborate justification of our instincts. That's where music comes from. And romantic poetry. And bad novels.
When I get up in the morning and put on a pink or a green wig, I see myself as a piece of animation. It lets me be the person I want to be, a person who's not embarrassed to have fun.
The animals of the world exist for their own reasons. They were not made for humans any more than black people were made for white, or women created for men.
My whole background is character acting: weird costumes, fat suits, playing men, playing animals - I've never played anyone with whom there's any overlapping Venn diagram.
People who have no hold over their process of thinking are likely to be ruined by liberty of thought. If thought is immature, liberty of thought becomes a method of converting men into animals.
I ask people why they have deer heads on their walls. They always say because it's such a beautiful animal. There you go. I think my mother is attractive, but I have photographs of her.
American actors who voice animated movies are so brilliant at it, because by the nature of American speak, it's full of energy and full of commitment. And as a British actor, we have to kind of learn that.
I could really use a corporate sponsor. People think that because you're in the movies, you're rich. I have allocated all my resources to Shambala so the animals will always be safe.
Chip: [being spanked as part of Omega's initiation] Thank you, sir! May I have another?
Boon: I gotta work on my game. Otter: No, no, no, don't think of it as work. The whole point is just to enjoy yourself.
Hoover: Will you tell those assholes to shut up? Boon: Hey! Shut up you assholes!
[Handed his first joint] Pinto: I won't go schizo, will I? Jennings: It's a distinct possibility.
Katy: Boon, I think I'm in love with a retard. Boon: Is he bigger than me?
Meaner dude: If I was in your shoes, I'd be... Boon: Leaving! What a good idea.
Marion Wormer: You can take your thumb out of my ass any time now, Carmine.
Ripley: They cut the power. Hudson: What do you mean, "*They* cut the power"? How could they cut the power, man? They're animals!
Some of the snowballs have a kind of animal energy. Not just because of the materials inside them, but in the way that they appear caged, captured.
The mole is an animal that digs passages searching for the sun. Sometimes he reaches the surface. When he looks at the sun he goes blind.
I think it is interesting to think about the absolute animal relish young people have for rhythm and rhyme.
As I say, the Animals had a particular concept of themselves as a band. There was an anarchic spirit in it, which was being flattened by commercial designs, attitudes, and needs.
Man's unique reward, however, is that while animals survive by adjusting themselves to their background, man survives by adjusting his background to himself.
