I was going to school thinking I was going to do something entirely different, thought acting was just a hobby at that point, met Stanley Kubrick and was like, 'Whoa, this can be an art form, and you can really move people the way you do simply by ac...
I just don't see the point of not eating cheese. I mean, if God didn't want us to eat cheese, would he have let man invent it?
Did I say stab of Self Pity? No, I was trekking through the Swamp of Self Pity at this point, waist deep in my own stinking shit.
The point is, Mrs. MacDonagh, that the universe is exactly the size that your soul can encompass. Some people live in extremely small worlds, and some live in a world of infinite possibility.
How sad. How frightening. To be filled with so much hate that you could not even rejoice in the healing of a child...How did anyone ever come to that point?
The rule in life is like with tennis: One point won't lose you the match, but if you let it get to you, it will.
The point is valid: the difference between survival and wipe-out in a physical crisis is nearly always a matter of conditioned reflexes.
Difficulty of subsistence made the invaders reduce the numbers of the army to a point at which it might live on the country during the prosecution of the war.
Love like life should be maddening to the point of fulfillment. It should make the sun shine brighter, and when they look at you, the earth should never be standing still.
You can’t fight like this. You’re not prepared and you are in no means in control of your emotions.” Blood rushed to her head. “Fuck you!” “My point exactly.
Children are often like hostages under the care of authority, with spankings and groundings nudging them like guns pointed at their skulls, threatening to shoot if the wrong words are uttered.
The Initial Mystery that attends any journey is: how did the traveler reach his starting point in the first place?
Even gods decay. Like, in 1890 somebody sold off thousands of mummified Ancient Egyptian sacred cats - _for fertilizer_. Get the point? Constancy isn't.
People and things would continue to exist in a world where I did not, and no one would ever think of me. And, if that was the case, then what was the point of existing in the first place?
When making a point, there are 2 types of people who may disagree with you: those who can support their reasons, and the childish ones who are too worried about being told what to do.
Why did adults have to be so thick? They always say “tell the truth,” and when you do, they don’t believe you. What’s the point?
I don't understand how everything changes, how the layers of your life get buried. Impossible. At some point, at some time, we must all explode.
People are stubborn and stupid. They're irrational. they're destructive. that's the point, isn't it? That's the whole reason for the cure. People will no longer destroy their own lives. They won't be capable of it.
A critical point: Is an inter-phase between crisis and normalcy, life and death, danger and safety, failure and success
You're going to need this," she said, and pulled out a condom. "At some point, we're also going to need a defibrillator and a fire extinguisher." "Promises, promises.
Find out your most limiting tasks and deal with them as early as possible. Use a diary, and jot little points of reminder about specific tasks for reference later.
