I was haunted by a bear attack that happened in Algonquin Park in 1991. The problem was that I don't believe in ghosts, so that ruled out an exorcism. My other choice was to start writing.
If you let people own their land, they take care of it. That's why privately owned land is always taken care of, and the parks look like cesspools. Nobody takes care of what everybody owns.
I run in Central Park as the sun comes up. Some may mistake it for walking, but I swear I am running. I could not do it without my iPod.
Being from New York, everybody's a point guard. Even when you play in the park, you've got to know how to handle the ball. If you can't handle the ball, you can't really play.
When you have little girls, you're the coolest person in the world. I know at some point that's going to end; in their adolescence I'll become the opposite of that, especially if I'm parked outside a high school party.
Joy comes from places you least expect it. It's usually the simple things, like watching my son play basketball or going through Central Park when the blossoms are blooming.
I've always been a fan of melody and emotional melancholy, whether it was Rites of Spring or Tears for Fears or Neil Young. If I hear a song that has a sweet melody, I'm a sucker for it, whether it's Linkin Park or Little Richard.
Dr. Alan Grant: T-Rex doesn't want to be fed. He wants to hunt. Can't just suppress 65 million years of gut instinct.
John Hammond: ...And there's no doubt; our attractions will drive kids our of their minds! Dr. Alan Grant: And what are those? Dr. Ellie Sattler: Small versions of adults, honey...
Lex: He's gonna eat the goat? Tim: Excellent! Donald Gennaro: What's the matter, kid? You never had lamb chops? Lex: I happen to be a vegetarian.
Dr. Alan Grant: [All of a sudden their electric car stops] What did I touch? Dr. Ian Malcolm: Uh, you didn't touch anything. We stopped.
Muldoon: [seeing that the raptors escaped] The shut down must've turned off all the fences. Damn it, even Nedry knew better than to mess with the raptor fences.
[They're feeding leafy branches to a docile Brachiosaurus] Lex: Can I touch it? Dr. Alan Grant: Sure. Just think of it as... kind of a big cow.
Lex: I'm a hacker! Tim: That's what I said: you're a nerd. Lex: I am not a computer nerd. I prefer to be called a hacker!
Dr. Alan Grant: Its just like climbing down from a treehouse. Did your Dad ever build you a treehouse? Tim: No. Dr. Alan Grant: No, dammit!
I always look forward to going for a walk in Rushcutters Bay Park, right down to the bottom where you can look in the clear water of the harbour. I use that time to clear my head and really focus my thoughts.
We have to invest in developing Villa Park, allowing us to generate our own revenue streams. At the same time, of course, there's a balance between growing long-term and getting the instant results we all crave as fans.
Jay: [Emma parks her SUV and gets out. Jay and Silent Bob stand in front of the graffiti on the side of the Mooby's - "Eat pussy."] Oh, we *totally* do.
John McClane: [opens door of dump truck] You're a truck driver? Jerry Parks: No I'm a beautician. Of course I'm a truck driver!
Santa Claus: Damn. How can you give Kris Kringle a parking ticket on Christmas Eve? What's next, rabies shots for the Easter Bunny?
Stu Price: You found the car? Officer Franklin: Yeah! It was parked in the middle of Las Vegas Blvd. with a note that said "Couldn't find a meter, so here's $4."
