So I try to re-invent my own eye every time I tackle a new subject. But it's hard, because everybody has style. You can't help it.
Things were here before you and will be here after you're gone. The geographic features, especially, give you a sense of your own place in the world and in time.
Now there is a growing feeling, it's something that David Cameron led on actually, he said this some time ago, that MPs should not be voting on their own pay.
I'm still Vanessa from the neighborhood. My parents own the shop, and I'm there all the time, that I worked in when I was a teenager. I have a child from my childhood sweetheart.
Give me the fruitful error any time, full of seeds, bursting with its own corrections. You can keep your sterile truth for yourself.
Owning equities is an essential part of anyone's portfolio. You just can't ignore it over time. It's going to add the real pop to anyone's overall performance.
My teenage years were exactly what they were supposed to be. Everybody has their own path. It's laid out for you. It's just up to you to walk it.
Own only what you can always carry with you: know languages, know countries, know people. Let your memory be your travel bag.
The hardest thing is for me to let the work go and let myself just live. Every actor is different; they each have their own strengths and weaknesses; trust and ease are mine.
It's difficult to get started-when it comes to dealing with an unknown quantity, people are reluctant to trust their own opinion. It helps if two or three people give you a boost.
I focus on the writing and let the rest of the process take care of itself. I've learned to trust my own instincts and I've also learned to take risks.
We must trust our own thinking. Trust where we're going. And get the job done.
People are needed to take up the challenge, strong people, who proclaim the truth, throw it in people's faces, and do what they can with their own two hands.
[Ash's hand gains a life of its own] Ash: Gimme back my hand... GIMME BACK MY HAND!
Sergeant Davis: Thought you were dead, Collier. Wardaddy: The Devil watches over his own.
Margaret Bourke-White: [to Gandhi] You're the only man I know who makes his own clothes.
Barry: Don't tell anyone you don't own "Blonde on Blonde". It's gonna be okay.
[last lines] Sandy: You never saw your own child die... John Oldman: No.
Teddy: You don't want the truth. You make up your own truth.
Roy: [talking about Aaron] Hell, he couldn't kick his own ass.
Frank Serpico: The reality is that we do not wash our own laundry - it just gets dirtier.
