I really love to drive. It's really hard for me to be a passenger, even though I get to look around a little bit more, but I've gotten really good at driving and looking.
I don't like it when people are trying too hard. That goes for clothes, for acting, for everything. It's just not good when it seems like you're making too much of an effort.
It's hard for me to stay silent when I keep hearing that peace is only attainable through war. There's nothing more scary than watching ignorance in action.
It's hard now to imagine that kind of travel and the daily tasks they simply took for granted. If a wagon axle broke, you had to stop and carve a new one. To cross a river, you sometimes had to build a raft.
Being vulnerable is allowing yourself to trust. That's hard for a lot of people to do. They feel a lot more secure if they kind of put walls around themselves. Then they don't have to trust anybody but themselves.
I'm still fighting really hard to get any role I get. If it's comedy, I go for the laughs. And if it's drama, I try to tell the truth, and try to play the real stakes of whatever scenario the character's in.
It wasn't the 'miracle of engineering' that is the human body that was filling me with a mad desire to live my days and nights in a pair of scrubs. The hard truth was I did not remotely want to be a surgeon. I actually just wanted to be on 'Grey's An...
I'm actually a very honest person, and sometimes I end up like, 'Man, I said too much.' It's hard for me not to tell the truth when you ask me.
Scarce any problem will appear more hard and difficult, than that of determining the distance of the Sun from the Earth very near the truth: but even this... will without much labour be effected.
Jay: [dancing to "Goodbye, Horses"] Would you fuck me?... I'd fuck me... I'd fuck me hard...
Hans Gruber: [Reading what McClane wrote on the dead terrorist's shirt] "Now I have a machine gun. Ho ho ho."
Joseph Takagi: You want money? What kind of terrorists are you? Hans Gruber: Who said we were terrorists?
John McClane: [while crawling through a narrow ventilation shaft] Now I know what a TV dinner feels like.
Theo: [laughing as a LAPD SWAT armored vehicle is hit with a missile] Oh my God, the quarterback is TOAST!
Hans Gruber: Now, you *can* break the code? Theo: You didn't bring me along for my charming personality.
Karl: [holding a gun to McClane's head, takes his radio] We are both professionals. This is personal. [smashes the radio]
Hans Gruber: If you'd listened to me, he would be neutralised already. Karl: I don't want neutral. I want dead.
Sergeant Al Powell: Hey Roy, how you feeling? John McClane: Pretty fuckin' unappreciated, Al.
Tyler Durden: I want you to hit me as hard as you can.
Capt. Bart Mancuso: The hard part about playing chicken is knowin' when to flinch.
Allen: [mumbling] I'm gonna fuck you so hard, you'll be coming out of your ears. Fuck you...
