I do comedy for real people.
There is only one real happiness in life, and that is the happiness of creating.
I am quite odd-looking in real life.
I like being a leader in real life.
Scripts are corny and predictable. Real life is always better.
Real life is much stranger than fiction, man.
The real reason for coming to Montour is my love and respect for football.
Real freedom lies in wildness,not in civilization!!
Picasso said that art is a lie, but a lie that tells the truth" ... Calder wondered what Picasso had meant. Was it that art wasn't exactly the real world, but it said something real?
I paint mostly from real life. It has to start with that. Real people, real street scenes, behind the curtain scenes, live models, paintings, photographs, staged setups, architecture, grids, graphic design. Whatever it takes to make it work.
Conchpore is real. It is as real as Malgudi, Brahmpur, Lilliput or Macondo. And also as real as San Francisco, Madurai, Edinburgh, Gaborone or Tokyo. You know that fictional towns exist. You visit them all the time.
College wasn't like the real world. In the real world people dropped names based on their renown. In college, people dropped names based on their obscurity.
In a story, you can turn to the front and begin again and everyone lives once more. That doesn't work in real life. And I love my real people the most.
I think it's a real gift to be able to say that what's in your life is enough. It seems most of us re always wanting more.
I can't tell if she's actually real, or if she's stopped caring if she's real or not. Or is not caring what makes a person real?
Every act and choice you make is creating the real you and shaping your real life.
If you can honor yourself and be real about your discomfort and pain, then your happiness will be just as real.
I wrote about real people and real circumstances and real neighborhoods. There was no crypt or castles or H.P. Lovecraft-type environments. They were just about normal people who had something bizarre happening to them in the neighborhood.
The real you is not sad, angry, depressed, ashamed, hurt, bitter or lost. These things are not real. They feel real but they're not. As spiritual beings living a brief human existence, this is not who we are. We are beautiful, radiant, joyful and lov...
My father worked two jobs. He assembled speakers during the day, and then he sold real estate at night and on weekends. And then he eventually, when he was in his mid-50s, became a full-time real estate salesman.
Business students are very oriented to playing a role in the real world and accomplishing something, not training themselves to be scholars and contribute to the literature. Teaching in that kind of environment has focused me much more on the real wo...
