You know, when people talk about filmmaking and the techniques of filmmaking, we use them all the time in network television news in order to make our stories simpler, tighter and more understandable to the general public.
My sleep is very important, and I have to have at least eight hours every night in order to function properly the next day. Unfortunately, flying through several time zones makes me disorientated, and it takes several days to readjust.
My game is based on improvisation. Often, a forward does not have the time to think too much. You have a second, rarely more, to decide whether to dribble, shoot or pass to the right or left. It is instinct that gives the orders.
Some authors have a very hard time understanding that in order to be faithful to the spirit of the book, it's almost always impossible to remain faithful to the text. You have to make changes.
I still make sure to go, at least once every year, to a country where things cannot be taken for granted, and where there is either too much law and order or too little.
Shall we ever see the 10 million things of the universe simultaneously in order to be the all? I am convinced that to live is to travel towards the world's end.
As an old creative industry full of cruelty and moral sense, British journalism once flourished on the imperative that people required the truth in order to survive. But people don't require that now. They want sensation and they want it for nothing.
Alex: Appy-polly-loggies. I had something of a pain in the gulliver so had to sleep. I was not awakened when I gave orders for wakening.
Marquise de Merteuil: One of the reasons I never re-married, despite a bewildering range of offers, was the determination NEVER AGAIN to be ordered about.
[having Elliot order the pizza so he can get in the game] Greg: And plenty of sausages and pepperonis! Tyler: Everything but the little fishies.
Chico: Our orders are to make sure he does not die... but also to make sure he regrets the day he was born.
Nebula: Seal all security doors! [shouts orders in native language, then storms out] Nebula: Get out of my way!
[spying on Seymour from across the diner] Enid: Oh my God. He just ordered a giant glass of milk. Josh: That's a vanilla milkshake.
Mola Ram: [to Indiana who is cornered on a rope bridge] You are in a position unsuitable to give orders.
Barfly Jack: He then proceeds to order an Aristotle of the most ping-pong tiddly in the Nuclear sub.
Pizzeria Waiter: Who ordered the green peppers? Was that you? Must've been. Anchovies, sausage, mushrooms, garlic and green peppers. Isaac Davis: Forgot the coconut.
Charley - Chicago Policeman: Where are we goin'? Sergeant Flamm - Chicago Policeman: Airport. Charley - Chicago Policeman: For what? Sergeant Flamm - Chicago Policeman: Orders.
Mr. Robertson: John had to want this. His life had to be fouled up. He had to have nothing in order to achieve so much.
Will Rodman: I'm taking him out of here right now. John Landon: Not without a court-order you're not! Besides he's not yours anymore.
Jack: If they want to drink Merlot, we're drinking Merlot. Miles Raymond: No, if anyone orders Merlot, I'm leaving. I am NOT drinking any fucking Merlot!
[a squad of archers aim at Shrek] Captain of Guards: Shall I give the order, my Lord? Lord Farquaad: No. I have a better idea...
