I'm not going to let people get away with either a dishonest or inaccurate premise to what we're talking about because I think that does the viewer a disturbance.
There's that side of me that wants to be the loving, caring father, and there's the other side of me that's just a dirty animal. If I don't let that out, I go nuts.
Pontius Pilate was going to set Jesus free or Barabbas free... he was gonna let the crowd decide. If that took place today, it would be in the form of a reality show
I know I was a businessman for years, and I stayed up countless nights worrying about having to let one person go. It's a terrible thing to do.
I wrote the first book, and I thought people would say: 'Separate and unequal schools in the City of Boston? I didn't know that. Let's go out and fix it.'
Before, I was so stupid. But, you know, when you have friends who died on the street, you say, okay, let's calm down. It's not the kind of energy I want to have in life. I want to go slower, and longer.
Don't worry about the room being messy! Everything can't be perfect - you have to let some things go, and it's better to actually sit down on the floor with your child than spend time worrying about having a perfect house.
We never sit down before we start making a record and talk about this new sonic palette that we are going to try to explore. We always let the record kind of reveal itself to us over time.
I have bad-mom moments all the time. Sometimes I have the wrong reaction, but I try to remember to pull back and think about it. Even when I make the mistake, I'm able to then go, 'Oh, okay, let's do this again.'
The three-thousand hitting thing was the first time I let individual pressure get to me. I was uptight about it. When I saw the hit going through, I had a sigh of relief more than anything.
It's more along the lines of raising a child: we train the system to a certain range of behaviors that we find most useful. But then we let it go, because we don't want to have to be babysitting it the whole time.
It's very inconvenient because every time I finish, let's say, a chapter of a book, I think I'm going to ring Richard and then realize: Oh, Christ, I've buried him. I buried him last year.
Let's say a Soviet exchange student back in the '70s would go back and tell the KGB about people and places and things that he'd seen and done and been involved with. This is not really espionage; there's no betrayal of trust.
Yu Shu Lien: [to the Sword Thief] Return the sword and I'll let you go. [pause] Yu Shu Lien: You've been trained at Wudan?
Prêtre: Stop the singing! Ok, the midnight mass is too long, lets finish it now. Everybody go home and unwrap your presents. [Everybody cheers]
Batman: [as Joker is holding Rachel out a window] Let her go! The Joker: [giving him a look] Very poor choice of words...
Benji: Let's do something fun. We could go to a movie. Frances: Movies are so expensive now. Benji: Yeah, but you're at the movies.
Jimmy Conway: [Knocks on the car window of two cops following him. They cops have fallen asleep] Come on fuckos, let's go for a ride.
Ned: Phil, this is the best day of my life. Phil: Mine too. Rita: Mine too. Ned: Where are we going? Rita: Oh, let's not spoil it!
Mikey: [the kids are arguing] Stop! We've got to get to the lowest point of the floor. Brandon Walsh: Lowest point nothing, Mikey. Now let's go!
Kim: Oh you know I can't let you go... Abernathy: Kim? Kim: Not without tappin' that ass... Zoe Bell: Umm Kim? Kim: One... More... TIME!
