No matter how much time you spend reading books or following your intuition, you're gonna screw it up. Fifty times. You can't do parenting right.
What we call creative work, ought not to be called work at all, because it isn't. I imagine that Thomas Edison never did a day's work in his last fifty years.
Ordell Robbie: This you and me talking, is this like a lawyer-client thing, and you can't repeat nothing I tell you? Max Cherry: You're not my client until you get busted and I bond you out. Ordell Robbie: Well, if we ain't got no - what's that shit ...
If I find out that you went within even fifty feet of her, ever again, your ass is mine. Do I make myself clear?
What are you doing?” I asked. “Are we getting all Fifty Shades up in here?” He shushed me. “Nothing that dangerous. You won’t need a safe word.
People are islands,' she said. 'They don't really touch. However close they are, they're really quite separate. Even if they've been married for fifty years.
You really have to let me fight my own battles. You can't constantly second-guess me and try to protect me. It's stifling.
Make poverty, sickness, and death central issues in the contract," he says, "it's no wonder the divorce rate is fifty percent.
There is something immensely scary about putting yourself out there for people to love or hate you, fan or pan you, review or screw you.
You're afraid of criticism,' she says. 'But criticism is a sign of life! You know who doesn't get criticized? Nonentities! Only the dead escape criticism.
How did I get to be a grown-up? At times, I find myself still sitting on the hillside, plotting revenge against the adult world.
Young women dream of romance and passion as men dream of conquest because those dreams are necessary goads to leaving home and growing up.
But at the bottom of all the gloom, there is a sense that we are responsible for each other -- if not for each other's happiness. There is empathy, admiration, respect for the other's intelligence and honesty.
If I loved him, would I censor my writing to please him? If I married him, would I force my writing to be married as well?
I decide to release myself the only way I can imagine: I pee my pants.
I do think I feel it but you don't think you are cause at a certain time you are no age but you don't think you are anything. You feel the life you have lived. I feel that. It's been a long fifty years.
In spite of being professionally gregarious, in my nonpaid hours I'm a bit of a hermit. After being around a crew of fifty people for twelve hours a day on a film set, I really like my alone time, and as always, I abhor small talk.
I know so many women in their fifties, sixties and seventies who delight in being on their own. It's amazing. They don't see any stigma attached to it. We don't need a man to prove our identity anymore.
And without thinking, without planning it, without worrying about the fact that fifty people were watching, Harry kissed her.
Running overtime is the one unforgivable error a lecturer can make. After fifty minutes (one microcentury as von Neumann used to say) everybody's attention will turn elsewhere.
All I’m saying is that I don’t want to sort of fall in love with fifty different people. I’d rather find one person and fall completely, deeply in over my head.
