Well, I'm a slow writer. For me, a good day is a page, maybe a page and a half. I'd love to be more efficient, but I am not.
I believe imagination to be a uniquely human gift. The reason I like my job, and have liked it for more than half a century, is that I get to use my imagination.
Usually, jet lag is not this big of an issue for me. I'm not sure why I'm so disoriented this time. It could be due to the amount of chocolate and french fries I've eaten in the last two and a half weeks.
Almost every scene, I re-think as I'm about to start drawing it, and at least half of the time I'm changing dialogue or whatever, or adding scenes or different things.
While I filmed the 'Walker, Texas Ranger' series for eight and a half years, I had never had much time to read, except for screenplays of the episodes.
I think half the time I just assume I don't really know what I'm doing - you have to do that to a certain extent, but you don't have to think you're an idiot savant.
After high school, I enrolled at the University of Nebraska at Lincoln, but I stayed only a year and a half. I felt college was a waste of time; I wanted to start working.
Half the issues they - are so polished they're talking about - are dead by the time they get into the office, and into the midst of their tour where they're really productive.
Socialism is undoubtedly in the throes of a crisis greater than at any time since 1917. The last half of 1989 saw the dramatic collapse of most of the communist party governments of Eastern Europe.
The sanity of the average banquet speaker lasts about two and a half months; at the end of that time he begins to mutter to himself, and calls out in his sleep.
No one would choose to be jerked randomly off task again and again until you have half a dozen things you're trying to get done, all at the same time.
For the first half of geological time our ancestors were bacteria. Most creatures still are bacteria, and each one of our trillions of cells is a colony of bacteria.
I don't really like dressing up. Some people probably think actresses dress up everywhere they go. I'm in sweatpants half the time with my hair in a ponytail.
[as they drive by an abandoned, half-destroyed apartment building] Jonathan: What is it? Alex: Soviets. Jonathan: What happened? Alex: [pause] Independence.
Half-shaved bounty hunter: [Pointing his gun at Manco] Let Red go!
Mr. Braddock: Ben, this whole idea sounds pretty half-baked. Benjamin: Oh, it's not. It's completely baked.
Horace Slughorn: [shocked] Harry! Harry Potter: [imitating Slughorn and hyper from the Felix potion] Sir!
Albus Dumbledore: Ah, Harry... you need a shave, my friend.
[last lines] Harry Potter: I never noticed how beautiful this place is.
Albus Dumbledore: [as Draco tries to muster the nerve to kill him] Draco... you are no assassin.
Saito: You remind me of someone... a man I met in a half-remembered dream. He was possessed of some radical notions.
