I found out that total creativity involves a certain intellectual rebellion - not to become a criminal, but somehow. to be totally creating, you have to do things that are a little bit forbidden. You have to feel free, and we know freedom is a hard t...
The Canadian circle in L.A. is really close. There's a magnet effect where we all just huddle together somehow. It's one big Canadian family, really.
That's a paradox I've noticed, too: The news business held little romance for me, yet writing about it somehow stirred my affections.
Somehow we just don't make the same boisterous fun of Holy Week that we do of Christmas. No one plans to have a holly, jolly Easter.
My dad was an attorney. The last thing he ever thought about was clothes, and yet somehow he always looked good.
I can create clothes for so many different time periods. I've always tried to avoid being pigeonholed. Plus, everything I learn about design and costume from one movie somehow works its way into something else.
We are told there is not enough money for education, but somehow there is enough money for people to raise billions of dollars to defeat somebody in an election? Oh! Okay! Does that make sense?
The BP spill was the greatest environmental catastrophe in U.S. history. Yet somehow, gas companies like BP and Halliburton ran interference on reporting that story.
We have made great strides, but somehow we've got to create a climate so that everybody can do well, not just some.
Well, I always had this desire to celebrate and somehow be a part of things that I thought were really great.
When I think of a story, somehow it just always seems to come out involving spooks and spies and government skullduggery.
Nonetheless, I sense that it will be the task of the future to somehow synthesize the sheer diversity of our present resources into a more organic and well-ordered procedure.
Well, I did Marlene 15 years ago and that's in the style. It's somehow similar and not similar because Marlene was much more aggressive, funny and sad.
My life has been a roller coaster ride, but somehow I've always been able to land on my feet and still play the guitar.
You jot down ideas, memories, whatever, concerning your real life that somehow parallels the character you're playing, and you incorporate that in your scene work.
I have spent my life going from mania to mania. Somehow it has all paid off.
Whatever life lesson I'm going through at any point in my life, projects just somehow magically appear that help me work through it.
If you make something with love and, you know, passion and you tell a real story, I think it will always find an audience somehow, you know.
I think love is blind. I hate to use that cliched statement, but people, when they love somebody, they seem to be able to somehow to put aside red flags.
It seems that whatever we do is somehow beyond reproach - murder, rape, drunk driving - as long as we go on a TV show and apologize.
Somehow, by just continually pestering the general public by appearing on television, they accepted me and wanted more.
