I live a very low-key life.
J. Alfred Prufrock measured his life out in coffee spoons. I measure mine out in pages.
Everyday holds the possibility of a miracle.
I never had a true childhood.
I'm the culinary and creative consultant for The Water Club.
My parents, especially my mother, were no influence on me whatsoever.
My mom was a saint. She taught me to be terminally nice.
Oh, my mom. She's one of my biggest fans.
When you enjoy what you do, work becomes play.
War doesn't need more participants. It needs fewer participants.
...the enduring human need to be remembered.
It's fun to improvise, but I still think it's better to have a great script, you know, like a Charlie Kaufman script.
Charlie Burns: They're hanging Mikey come Christmas day. Arthur Burns: When's Christmas, Charlie?
[first lines] George Hayden: Ha ha ha ha ha. Come on Charlie stop messing about, we really have to get down to it now. I just hope our friendship survives the day, that's all. Charlie Chaplin: Ha George, don't be so melodramatic. George Hayden: Well ...
Jellon Lamb: Forgive me, sir, but I've been stuck here with no one but this sorry sack of Hibernian pig shit for conversation. Poor, poor Dan O'Reilly. Sit, sir. Drink with me. [Charlie cocks his gun and points it to Lamb] Charlie Burns: One more cra...
Charlie Burns: My brother's taken a bullet, Stanley, and is in need of medical attention. Captain Stanley: Well, allow me to address the subject of your brother, Mr. Burns. Christmas, as you're probably aware, is fast approaching, and Christmas this ...
Actually, Elizabeth realized, when he laughed like that, he did look quite handsome. His dark brown hair and his eyes, so light a brown as to seem almost gold in color, were not quite as nondescript as she'd once thought. Maybe the giggling young ing...
The faces of your young people in general are not interesting—I don't mean the children, but the young men and women—and they are awkward and clownish in their manners, without the quaintness of the elder generation, who are the funniest old dear...
Cockatoo Bartender: What's your drink brother? Ordell Robbie: Let me have a screwdriver homes. Cockatoo Bartender: And what about you? Jackie Brown: Oh, I'm fine. Cockatoo Bartender: Yes you are [they all laugh, the bartender leaves] Ordell Robbie: G...
State Trooper: [sees Kimble in hospital hallway, disguised as a doctor] Hey, Doc! We're looking for a prisoner from that bus-train wreck a couple of hours ago, might be hurt. Dr. Richard Kimble: Uh, what does he look like? State Trooper: 6'1, 180, br...
[in the hospital wing, Ron stirs] Lavender Brown: Ah! See? He senses my presence. [leans down] Lavender Brown: Don't worry, Won-Won! I'm here. I'm here. Ron Weasley: [croaks] Her... my... nee. Hermione... [Hermione takes Ron's hand. Lavender runs out...