Writing by myself, I spread that out more. I'll spend more time on a song then. I'm more critical about it, because there's no one else in the room to tell me, 'That's really not translating. I'm not getting what you're saying.' So, I'm constantly re...
I wish there were two of me and 48-hour days so I could get everything done. But for me, I have to not try and think that everything has to be 100% perfect all the time and leave room for error. As long as my kids feel loved and a priority, everythin...
For me, theory has always opened things up to where I can walk into a room and just by hearing something I know exactly where to go on the guitar. I have a better time playing because I have a variety of colors to bring to the table.
When I was younger, I avoided exercise or anything strenuous. I didn't even enjoy walking. As I got older, I spent so much time marking books or sitting at a desk writing that there was no room for exercise - not that I would have bothered anyway.
On a very personal level, I have fond memories of spending a lot of time in the Library of Congress working on my collection of poems 'Native Guard.' I was there over a summer doing research in the archives and then writing in the reading room at the...
On a film set, for me, there's so much more time to process what's going on than there is on a television set. There's more wiggle room to try things and fail and try again and get to the heart of what's going on in the scene, which is really fun for...
I wasn't a big fan of social anthropology. And, luckily, that created room for me to work in visual arts because I sort of ignored my requirements. I think I was attracted to social anthropology because I liked to travel and was always interested in ...
If I go anywhere, and I don't have my coffee, I don't drink coffee. When I travel, I carry it with me - and I ask hotels to grind it and brew it for me if I can't have it in my room myself. I'm dedicated that way.
Roy Neary: [as Lacombe and Laughlin show him a drawing of Devil's Tower] Yeah, I've got one just like it in my living room. WHO ARE YOU PEOPLE?
Carlito: Don't take me to no hospital, please. Fuckin' emergency rooms don't save nobody. Som-bitches, always pop you at midnight, when all they got is a Chinese intern with a dull spoon.
Mr. Wiatt: I was in my room for 2 hours and saw one parent. Where are they? Where is everybody? It's uncanny, no air raid sirens, not bombs. It doesn't happen that way. It starts with a whisper, and then nothing.
[Marlin tells Nigel to go into the dentist's office] Nigel: I can't go in there! Marlin: Oh yes you can! [Marlin grabs Nigel's tongue a forces him to charge into the room]
Markl: Wait! You can't come up here! Old Sophie: Whatever you don't want me to clean, better hide it now! Markl: Save my room for last, OK?
Fortinbras: [seeing the throne room littered with dead bodies] This quarry cries on havoc. / O proud Death, what feast is toward in thine eternal cell / That thou so many princes at a shot / So bloodily hast struck?
Mike Wallace: Did I get you up? Lowell Bergman: No, I usually sit around my hotel room dressed like this at 5:30 in the morning, sleepy look on my face.
Lex: [after being sneezed on by a Brachiosaur] Yuck! Tim: Oh, great. Now she'll never try anything anymore. She'll just sit in her room, and never come out, and play on her computer.
[hitman enters the room of the bar owner] Bar Owner: Who are you? Jeff Costello: Doesn't matter. Bar Owner: What do you want? Jeff Costello: To kill you. [shoots him]
Jacy Farrow: [to Duane, as they're leaving motel room after having sex] Oh, quit prissing. I don't think you done it right, anyway.
[John walks back in the room] Harry: Well, you're finally fulfilling one prophecy about the millennium, John. John Oldman: What's that? Harry: Here you are again.
Needleman: So I said, "If you talk to me like that again, we're through." Smitty: Oh! What did she say? Needleman: You know my mom. She sent me to my room.
Anne: Mummy, I won't ask for forgiveness for something I didn't do! Grace: You told your brother there was someone else in the room! Anne: There was! Grace: You're lying! Anne: I AM NOT!
