It took me a long time to come out as someone who doesn't like film. It's a bit like when people say they don't like books: you get that sharp intake of breath.
Well, you have absolutely no idea what a nightmare it was to be on a set, trying to figure out how I was going to find out what time it is, how I was going to get my meds, and at the same time not have it be obvious to someone.
I've definitely been in situations where I could tell someone was interested in me, but I could tell they were insulting me in some passive/aggressive way, so I felt bad about myself at the same time.
Even after I got my divorce, the ink wasn't even dry on the paper, and I said, 'Ooh, the next time I become a wife, I got this thing down pat!' I always believed that there was someone built for me.
It's time to wake up to the fact that you're just another avatar in someone else's MMO. Worse: From where they stand, all-powerful Big Data analysts that they are, you look an awful lot like a bot.
At the time, acid made me consider questions of reality, the difference, as someone said, between words and silence. It also brought back a lot of latent religious feelings in me that I had turned my back on.
You either trust someone day one until they prove you wrong, or you say, 'I don't trust you until you show me I can trust you.' I'm the latter.
Will some reporter, or some Republican on the Sunday shows, please ask why tax cuts raid the non-existent Social Security Trust Fund but all the Democrats' new spending doesn't? Will someone please ask that?
A lot of people think I'm cynical when I talk about acting. The truth of the matter is, I just don't want someone to get some lame advice that will send them in the wrong direction.
Also, I used to think that one day I might get someone to iron my shirts, but the truth is I really like doing them myself.
I think we've all been misled, at moments in our lives, certainly in school situations, and things like that, with getting with the wrong group briefly, or falling in with someone who we learn the truth about and no longer want to really be with.
Charles Foster Kane: You can't buy a bag of peanuts in this town without someone writing a song about you.
Eric Draven: Do you know someone named T-bird? He had a friend who shouldn't have played with knives.
Sweet Dick Willie: You wanna boycott someone? You ought to start with the goddamn barber that fucked up your head.
[Dunbar has found an old skeleton on the prairie] Timmons: I'll bet someone back east is going, "Now why don't he write?"
Anna: Why are you doing this, why are you helping us? Nikolai Luzhin: I can't become king if someone else already sits on the throne.
Marisol: Why are you doing this for us? Joe: Because I knew someone like you once and there was no one there to help. Now, get moving.
Letty: Why didn't you tell me we were married? Dominic Toretto: You can't tell someone they love you.
Bill: A *real* native is someone who is willing to die fighting for his country. There's nothing more to it.
[after someone speaks to him in Irish Gaelic] Boss Tweed: They don't speak English in New York any more?
Virginia Woolf: I was going to kill my heroine. But I've changed my mind. I fear I may have to kill someone else, instead.
