In grade school, I was a complete geek. You know, there's always the kid who's too short, the one who wears glasses, the kid who's not athletic. Well, I was all three.
I think that we see Steve Jobs as the genius speaker in the mock black turtleneck with the round glasses, sort of beautifully delivering his new product, and I think that for people to understand that he started in a garage.
If you watch Olivier's interviews, he has this reptilian tongue; it seems too big for his mouth. My pursuit of that became distracting, so I let it go. The thrill was finding the right pair of glasses.
People are so fucking dumb. Nobody reads anymore, nobody goes out and looks and explores the society and culture they were brought up in. People have attention spans of five seconds and as much depth as a glass of water.
I've had laser eye surgery and I don't wear glasses any more, so people just go, 'You're not Damien Hirst.' I don't get recognized on the street.
I guess I just prefer to see the dark side of things. The glass is always half-empty. And cracked. And I just cut my lip on it. And chipped a tooth.
'Angels in America' - which is composed of two three-hour plays, 'Millennium Approaches' and 'Perestroika' - proved to be a watershed drama, the most lyrical and ambitious augury of an era since Tennessee Williams's 'The Glass Menagerie.'
I can't switch time zones any more. London is one of my favourite places, but I'm always so zonked that I can't appreciate it. It's like a six-inch sheet of glass between me and Charing Cross Road.
I'm afraid Eddie the Eagle was before my time. All I know is that his glasses were three times thicker than mine, but I can jump three times further than he did.
Phyllis: I was just fixing some ice tea; would you like a glass? Walter Neff: Yeah, unless you got a bottle of beer that's not working.
Mary: Blessed are the forgetful, for they get the better even of their blunders. [they click glasses] Mary: Nietzsche. Beyond Good and Evil. Found it in my Bartlett's.
Narrator: I had it all. Even the glass dishes with tiny bubbles and imperfections, proof they were crafted by the honest, simple, hard-working indigenous peoples of... wherever.
Harry: I swear I don't know. One minute the glass was there and then it was gone. It was like magic. Uncle Vernon: There's no such thing as magic!
Howard Marks: [about to murder his wife and her lover] I forgot my glasses. You know how blind I am without them.
[Introducing his play "Heaven and Hell"] Max Fischer: Also, you'll find a pair of safety glasses and some earplugs under your seats. Please feel free to use them.
Eve: She's pretty. James Bond: Now, now. Eve: If you like that sort of thing. James Bond: I'll keep you posted. [puts his earpiece into her glass]
Woody: I have no choice, Buzz. This is my only chance. Buzz Lightyear: To do what? Watch kids from behind glass and never be loved again? Some life.
BTN News Poppet: Now, this is only an initial report, but at this time, it's believed that during this heroic raid, the terrorist was shot and killed. Little Glasses Girl: Bollocks.
Maria: My brother is a silly watchdog! Bernardo: Ah, my sister is a precious jewel! Anita: What am I, cut glass?
Let us think of Nature as a builder, making all that we see out of atoms of a limited number of kinds, just as the builder of a house constructs it out of so many different kinds of things: bricks, slates, planks, panes of glass, and so on.
For watching sports, I tend to drink Guinness; early evenings always begin well with a Grey Goose and tonic with plenty of lime; and on a cold winter's night, there's nothing quite like a glass of Black Maple Hill... an absolute peach of a bourbon.
