When I was young and ocean-racing competitively, and working the rest of the time, I was going 24 hours. I was on the verge of collapsing. But you've got to slow down a bit.
There are more books in the world than hours in which to read them. We are thus deeply influenced by books we haven't read, that we haven't had the time to read.
When you have endless time, you take all day to go to the grocery store. But, if you have to be at work for 14 hours a day, you manage your time better. I know I do.
I never practice before, I never work hours on a script. I just choose my characters and trust them, and after that, it's about the director taking your hand.
Eric Draven: I have something to give you. I don't want it anymore. Thirty hours of pain all at once, all for you.
Frank: 28 days, 6 hours, 42 minutes, 12 seconds. That is when the world will end. Donnie: Why?
Virginia Woolf: Someone has to die in order that the rest of us should value life more. It's contrast.
Virginia Woolf: I've been attended by doctors, who inform me OF MY OWN INTERESTS.
Virginia Woolf: I am saying, Vanessa, that even crazy people like to be asked.
Richard Brown: Just wait till I die. Then you'll have to think of yourself. How are you going to like that?
Virginia Woolf: Do you think I may one day escape? Vanessa Bell: One day.
Clarissa Vaughn: He gives me that look. Julia: What look? Clarissa Vaughn: To say your life is trivial. You are so trivial.
Richard Brown: I had this wonderful notion. I took the Xanax and the Ritalin together. It had never occurred to me!
Dan Brown: The thought of this life, that's what kept me going. I had an idea of our happiness.
Laura Brown: Obviously, you... feel unworthy. Gives you feelings of unworthiness. You survive and they don't.
Leonard Woolf: Do you think it's possible that bad writing actually attracts a higher incidence of error?
Virginia Woolf: It's on this day. This day of all days. Her fate becomes clear to her.
Laura Brown: I love you, sweetheart. You're my guy.
Sadness: I'm too sad to walk. Just give me a few... hours.
Jareth: You have thirteen hours in which to solve the labyrinth, before your baby brother becomes one of us... forever.
P.L. Travers: Will the child be a nuisance? It's an 11-hour flight. Woman with Infant: Uh... P.L. Travers: Jolly good.
