You are clever man, friend John; you reason well, and your wit is bold; but you are too prejudiced. You do not let your eyes see nor your ears hear, and that which is outside your daily life is not of account to you. Do you not think that there are t...
I really feel that we're not giving children enough credit for distinguishing what's right and what's wrong. I, for one, devoured fairy tales as a little girl. I certainly didn't believe that kissing frogs would lead me to a prince, or that eating a ...
You guys know about vampires? … You know, vampires have no reflections in a mirror? There’s this idea that monsters don’t have reflections in a mirror. And what I’ve always thought isn’t that monsters don’t have reflections in a mirror. I...
Don Corleone: You talk about vengeance. Is vengeance going to bring your son back to you, or my boy to me? I forgo the vengeance of my son. But I have selfish reasons. My youngest son was forced to leave this country because of this Sollozzo business...
Siddhartha wants liberation, Dante wants Beatrice, Frodo wants to get to Mount Doom—we all want something. Quest is elemental to the human experience. All road narratives are to some extent built on quest. If you’re a woman, though, this fundamen...
God likes to make people. Great people out of common people, strong people out of week people, famous people out of the unknown people, good people are bad people. God likes to make people. That's an obsession with God, one from which He will never c...
I'd learned that some things are best kept secret.
My parents had some problems of their own that put me in a position of having to deal with very grown-up stuff at a very young age. I needed some help with that, therapy-wise.
That was fun to play. There were some nice special effects coupled with some really nice moments with child and wife. I also was able to age to about 100 years in 'Brief Candle.'
Cats are like walking brooms you can actually comfortably cuddle with.
I’ll see a cat and instinctively start petting the hair on my back.
If I spent as much time as I did money, I’d be dead tomorrow.
Show me how to lactate, and I’ll be the best mother a father could be.
I am but a flower. Do with me what thou wilt.
We should kill the future, so the present has no choice but to retreat into the past.
I really am who I seem to be, and I’m coming apart at the seams.
Kids should be cute, caring, cuddly, and above all, quiet.
Lie to me. Just to console my soul.
I’ll gyrate my hips at irate guests to generate income for the generations.
Between was and is you’ll find me—but most of the time you’ll only find me in pictures.
The political brain is shaped like a peanut, only not as big.
