The movies that will truly be successful will feel different than the movies of the year before.
The way I look at it, movies are a different medium for storytelling than books.
You can make a thousand different movies about the same subject.
People have a different idea of how movies are made than they really are.
I know the difference between journalism and a slogan.
Apparently, I have a totally different sense of humour.
The only difference between a saint and a pervert is Hypocrisy.
There are so many different sub-societies inside of Syria.
A very subtle difference can make the picture or not.
The things that make me different are the things that make me.
The goal is to make something that sounds new and different.
I'm always driven to keep doing something different and better.
I kept going to different colleges, but dropped out.
People used to say poems were different to songs but I don't think they are.
Our differences are policies; our agreements, principles.
The differences between a tart, a pie and a quiche are a blur.
That’s the key, you know, confidence. I know for a fact that if you genuinely like your body, so can others. It doesn’t really matter if it’s short, tall, fat or thin, it just matters that you can find some things to like about it. Even if that...
A person who goes in search of God is wasting his time. He can walk a thousand roads and join many religions and sects–but he'll never find God that way. God is here, right now, at our side. We can see Him in this mist, in the ground we're walking ...
[L]asting love is something a person has to to experience. Lifelong monogamous devotion is just not natural—not for women even, and emphatically not for men. It requires what, for lack of a better term, we can call an act of will. . . . This isn't ...
Maybe from as early as when you're five or six, there's been a whisper going at the back of your head, saying: “One day, maybe not so long from now, you'll get to know how it feels.” So you're waiting, even if you don't quite know it, waiting for...
I craved a form of naive realism. I paid special attention, I craned my readerly neck whenever a London street I knew was mentioned, or a style of frock, a real public person, even a make of car. Then, I thought, I had a measure, I could guage the qu...
