Don't ask yourself what the world needs. Ask yourself, 'What makes me come alive?' Because what the world - a wife, a child - needs is men who have come alive.
I have always felt that the truth is prophetic, and that if you describe precisely what you see and give it life with your imagination, then what you write ought to have lasting value, no matter what the mood of your prose.
I've always felt that what I have going for me is not my imagination, because everyone has an imagination. What I have is a relentlessly controlled imagination. What looks like wild invention is actually quite carefully calculated.
I can't tell you what genre Maroon 5 is in. I don't know if they're rock or pop or alternative. I don't know what they are. I have a hard time separating that stuff. I just know what I like when I hear it.
If you have a kid who goes to kindergarten and doesn't know what a circle is, doesn't know what red and green are, and doesn't know what right and left are, by the time he learns those things, the rest of the class is far ahead of him.
I remember very vividly what it's like to be a child. The adults you liked were the ones who listened to you when you spoke and gave you time to say what you wanted to say and actually listened, and quite often reacted as a result of what you'd said.
Relationships, it seems to me, are timeless. What works between two people always works; what doesn't is always troublesome. Over time, people learn - or not - how to negotiate what's difficult, but that doesn't mean the misfit has gone away entirely...
If we were to abandon concern for what is true, what is false, and what remains indeterminate, the world would be totally chaotic. Even those who deny the importance of truth, on the one hand, are quick to jump on anyone who is caught lying.
Everyone with a cell phone thinks they're a photographer. Everyone with a laptop thinks they're a journalist. But they have no training, and they have no idea of what we keep to in terms of standards, as in what's far out and what's reality. And they...
I am in the present. I cannot know what tomorrow will bring forth. I can know only what the truth is for me today. That is what I am called upon to serve, and I serve it in all lucidity.
Rick: Who are you really, and what were you before? What did you do and what did you think, huh? Ilsa: We said no questions. Rick: ...Here's looking at you, kid.
Narrator: What do you do? Tyler Durden: What do you mean? Narrator: What do you do for a living? Tyler Durden: Why? So you can pretend like you're interested?
Nick Dunne: [last lines] Nick Dunne: What are you thinking? How are you feeling? What have we done to each other? What will we do?
Jareth: You remind me of the babe. Goblin: What babe? Jareth: The babe with the power. Goblin: What power? Jareth: The power of voodoo. Goblin: Who do? Jareth: You do. Goblin: Do what? Jareth: Remind me of the babe.
Judas: What are you doing here? What business do you have here? With women, with children. What's good for men isn't good for God!
[Creasy has just cut off one of Jorge's fingers] Jorge Ramirez: What do want to know? What do you want to know? Huh? WHAT DO YOU WANT TO KNOW?
Philomena: But what if he died in Vietnam? Or, or came back with no legs? Or lived on the street? Martin Sixsmith: Don't upset yourself. We don't know what we don't know.
Jane Hawking: What about you? What are you?... Stephen Hawking: Cosmologist, I'm a Cosmologist. Jane Hawking: What is that? Stephen Hawking: It is a kind of religion for intelligent atheists.
Stephen Hawking: [from trailer] What if I reverse time to see what happened at the beginning of time itself? Jane Hawking: Wind back the clock?
Roger Rabbit: Boy, did you see that? Nobody takes a wallop like Goofy. What timing! What finesse! What a genius!
Dan Dreiberg: What happened to us? What happened to the American Dream? Edward Blake: "What happened to the American Dream?" It came true! You're lookin' at it...
