I've passed on a lot of huge-money jobs. Money doesn't enter into the decision-making. If I do a big blockbuster, it's about how big an audience you'll get and where you can take them.
We have never observed infinity in nature. Whenever you have infinities in a theory, that's where the theory fails as a description of nature. And if space was born in the Big Bang, yet is infinite now, we are forced to believe that it's instantaneou...
[after getting 10.000 dollars] Roberto: Enzo, what are you going to do with the money? Enzo: Have the car painted. Roberto: Guiseppe will do that for 25 dollars. Enzo: Then tell him to wax it too.
Jacques: I know you. Johanna: We just met, a few minutes ago. Jacques: In the lake. Johanna: No in the hut. Jacques: Then it must have been someone who looked like a lot like you.
Enzo: Ah, I was 17! I was so in love with her, I tried to die for her. Two years later I can't even remember her name. Time, erases everything.
The Dude: Walter, I love you, but sooner or later, you're going to have to face the fact you're a goddamn moron.
Walter Sobchak: Call the medics, Dude. I'd go myself but I'm pumping blood. Might pass out. Rest easy, good buddy, you're doing fine. We got help choppering in.
Walter Sobchak: [asked to be quiet at the coffee house] Excuse me, dear? The Supreme Court has roundly rejected prior restraint! The Dude: This isn't a First Amendment issue, man.
Walter Sobchak: You know, Dude, I myself dabbled in pacifism once. Not in 'Nam of course. The Dude: Then you know he's got emotional problems, man. Walter Sobchak: You mean... beyond pacifism?
Walter Sobchak: [looking at his hero writer Digby Sellers in an iron lung] Does he still write? Pilar, Sellers' Housekeeper: Oh no no, he has health problems.
[being shown a picture Bunny's old farm home] The Dude: Oh boy. How ya gonna keep 'em down on the farm once they've seen Karl Hungus.
[the Dude has been drugged and is semi-conscious] The Dude: So if you could just write me my check for ten percent of a half a million... five grand... I'll go out and mingle.
Taxi Driver: If you can use me again sometime, call this number. Philip Marlowe: Day and night? Taxi Driver: Uh, night's better. I work during the day.
Vivian: So you're a private detective. I didn't know they existed, except in books, or else they were greasy little men snooping around hotel corridors. My, you're a mess, aren't you?
Vivian: Do you always think you can handle people like, uh, trained seals? Philip Marlowe: Uh-huh. I usually get away with it too. Vivian: How nice for you.
[making a prank phone call] Philip Marlowe: What can I do for you? I can do what? Where? Oh, no, I wouldn't like that. Neither would my daughter.
As a writer, Chris Columbus was a big influence. 'The Goonies' was the first movie I ever saw that kids speak normally and not imagined how kids would talk. Always a big fan of Chris Columbus' dialogue and storytelling.
Nowadays, the Internet decides if you're good, not the big man in the big office. No matter how important that man thinks he is, everyone else knows that he's not important anymore, and the Internet decides these things, here in the modern age.
Science is a victim of its own reductive metaphors: 'Big Bang,' 'selfish gene' and so on. Richard Dawkins' selfish gene fitted with the Thatcherite politics of the time. It should actually be the 'altruistic gene,' but he'd never have sold as many bo...
I'm a big, big blues fan and the last several years I've really invested in the blues a lot, and I think my playing is getting better because of it - not necessarily better on a technical level, but certainly on a level of appropriateness.
I think the end is endless. It's either a big black hole or a big white light or both together. But it's totally meaningless, because even if someone would explain it, I wouldn't understand it.
