It doesn't matter how I express myself artistically. It doesn't matter what medium I use to showcase my art. And it doesn't matter how talented I am. There will always be the indifference that keeps those from wanting to enjoy what I have to offer. B...
Edward D. Wood, Jr.: Mr. Reynolds. Ed Reynolds: Yes. Edward D. Wood, Jr.: We are going to finish this picture just the way I want it... because you cannot compromise an artist's vision. Reverend Lemon: But it's OUR money. Edward D. Wood, Jr.: And you...
Dmitri: [about M. Gustave] This criminal has plagued my family for nearly 20 years. He's a ruthless adventurer and a con artist who preys on mentally feeble, sick old ladies! And he probably fucks them, too! M. Gustave: I go to bed with all my friend...
Ava Fontaine: I feel like all I've done my whole life is be pretty. I mean, all I've done is be born! I'm a failed actress, a failed artist... I'm not much good as a mother. Come to think of it, I'm not even that pretty anymore. I have failed at ever...
Tom Reagan: [after the attempt on Leo's life] Who's winning? Terry: We are, for the nonce. Tom Reagan: What's the disposition? Terry: Four to one, Dana Cudahy went up with the house. Tom Reagan: And theirs? Terry: One burned... Tom Reagan: The other ...
[after being beaten by the Man in Black] Inigo Montoya: Kill me quickly. Man in Black: I would sooner destroy a stained glass window than an artist like yourself. However, since I can't have you follow me either... [knocks him out] Man in Black: Plea...
Wladyslaw Szpilman: You've got to give me something to do. Yehuda: You're an artist, Wladek. You do enough. Wladyslaw Szpilman: I want to help. I want to do something. Yehuda: You're too well known, Wladek. And you know what? You musicians don't make...
Peppy Miller: [trying to pressure the studio into letting her do a film with George] I won't work anymore. It's either him or me. [Zimmer appears bemused] Peppy Miller: What I mean is, it's him AND me! Or it's neither of us! [everybody is still looki...
Thomas Leroy: You all have had the chance and the privilege to be enchanted, transported, and even sometimes devastated by the performances of this true artist of our company. She's been a crucial inspiration to my work. A role model to all dancers a...
Grief is an artist of powers as various as the instruments upon which he plays his dirges for the dead, evoking from some the sharpest, shrillest notes, from others the low, grave chords that throb recurrent like the slow beating of a distant drum. S...
I like to be aware of a book as a piece of writing, and aware of its structure as a product of mind, and yet I want to be able to see the represented world through it. I admire artists who succeed in dividing my attention more or less evenly between ...
The biggest and first obstacle any artist faces is not believing they can do something. You have the talent. Just believe you are capable of doing it, because you are. Writing anything, for anyone, regardless of expertise, is like crossing the Atlant...
... I find myself most drawn to: art that has arisen from a deeply personal conversation between the artist and the work at hand. It is art that walks perilously close to the Edge, that crosses the river of blood into Faerie, that flies so high it is...
One should embrace the artist's profession only after recognising in oneself an intense passion for Nature and the disposition to pursue it with a perseverance that nothing can shatter - thirst for neither approval nor financial profit. Do not be dis...
A dense, artistic kind of imperfection stimulates your consciousness, keeps you alert. If I listen to some utterly perfect performance of an utterly perfect piece while I'm driving, I might want to close my eyes and die right then and there. But list...
Some writers are the kind of solo violinists who need complete silence to tune their instruments. Others want to hear every member of the orchestra—they’ll take a cue from a clarinet, from an oboe, even. I am one of those. My writing desk is cove...
Olvidamos todo al final. No recuerdo la primera vez que respiré, pero sí cuando estuve a punto de dejar de hacerlo. No recuerdo a la última persona a la que mentí ni a la última que le dije un atisbo de verdad. No recuerdo los sueños esperanzad...
¿Por qué Roma, Alejandría y Bizancio fueron quemados por sus conquistadores? [...] Esta es la respuesta. Incinerar los sueños. Quemar los sueños es el secreto para abatir definitivamente a nuetros enemigos, de modo que ya no tengan fuerzas para ...
In questi anni di guerra ho visto molti attacchi di panico. Conosco due ragioni a queste crisi. Nel prima caso, sono le sensazioni fisiche violente a scatenare la paura. Ne risulta uno stato di totale smarrimento, una specie di paralisi. Come per l�...
Qué más da cómo lo llamen los demás —dice—. Esta es nuestra historia y la contamos como queremos. Es nuestra historia y la contamos como queremos. Se diría que con todo lo que leo esto se me debería haber ocurrido antes, pero no se me habí...
«Che cosa credevate di fare?» Eleanor, un po’ stupita e un po’ offesa, lo guardò come se non credesse a ciò che lui le aveva appena fatto. «Mi sembrava di essere stata chiara a Clifton Hall, dovete lasciarmi in pace!» «E allora vattene!» ...
