When I do documentaries, my best information ends up on the cutting-room floor. People have trouble dealing with sexual honesty.
The best moments can't be preconceived. I've spent a lot of time in editing rooms, and a scene can be technically perfect, with perfect delivery and facial expression and timing, and you remember all your lines, and it is dead.
When you're comfortable with someone you love, the silence is the best. And, that's how me and J. are. When we're in a room together, we don't have to say anything. It's for real.
Your best friend and worst enemy are both in this room right now. It's not your neighbor right or left - and it's not God or the devil - it's you.
I know what's funny, and I probably know the best way to deliver the joke. Whether it's walking out of a room, facing that way, facing this way. I just have a sense of that.
I have always liked clothes and fashion. And really, being a British male, I am automatically the best dressed person in any room - especially in America.
He’s in a side room alone with her and it’s far too fucking hot.
I always thought I was a little shy, especially compared to my brother and my sister, but I guess I was always the kid doing performances in the front room.
Totem poles and wooden masks no longer suggest tribal villages but fashionable drawing rooms in New York and Paris.
I have this phobia: I don't like mirrors. And I don't watch myself on television. If anything comes on, I make them shut it off, or I leave the room.
Night fell clean and cold in Dublin, and wind moaned beyond my room as if a million pipes played the air.
The whole being-in-a-room interview thing, at a junket or a film festival, is very inhuman. You meet the person, have five or 10 minutes to talk, and it's not like a conversation.
The way they had the room that I was in set up, there was some sort of sound deadening platform that I had to stand on in order to get close enough to the microphone.
New York may be the city that never sleeps, but Shanghai doesn't even sit down, and not just because there is no room.
I'll have to have a room of my own. Nobody could sleep with Dick. He wakes up during the night, switches on the lights, speaks into his tape recorder.
We are the choice elected few Let all the rest be damned There is room enough in hell for you We won’t have heaven crammed!
I like words. Words are places, rooms, distant airs, thin and tropical. They make us feel and imagine we are more than our bodies.
I am like that guy on the 'Odd Couple,' and it is not the neat guy. I go into my room and find pieces of pizza under the laundry.
I sincerely believe that there's room for cutting down trees for forestry and grazing, so as we all get to eat. Everyone has to compromise.
When you are in a room and your job is to write jokes 10 hours a day, your mind starts going to strange places.
The universe is infinite, so there is room for everyone, for every belief, for every custom, and for every desire. You are in competition with no one but yourself.
