I'm from the theater. I never wanted to be a star.
Don't just follow the line…To be a Star - Shine!-RVM
Hollywood always likes to create a star.
He who is fixed to a star does not change his mind.
In this business, until you're known as a monster you're not a star.
I would love to be on 'Top Gear' as a star in a reasonably priced car.
I wanted to be a rich, famous rock-and-roll star in that order.
There is no 'Top Gun 2' in which Maverick is not the starring role.
Stars are dusts from wise men.
That night, as the stars sparkled in the sky, Polly dreamed...
C-3PO: R2D2 where are you?
In presence of the Moon nobody sees stars.
The stars are threshed, and the souls are threshed from their husks.
Doing a series, every week you work with a new star.
White heterosexual male characters need not disappear from narratives. They need not stop being central focus of some stories. They just need to stop taking most of the narrative space, and make more rooms to other types of protagonists: persons of c...
Look, without our stories, without the true nature and reality of who we are as People of Color, nothing about fanboy or fangirl culture would make sense. What I mean by that is: if it wasn't for race, X-Men doesn't sense. If it wasn't for the histor...
Souls are like stars. There are thousands upon thousands around us yet we only see a few hundred. We know the names of only a handful of them even though we see them every day. They are just there, they are constant. Some change over the years but so...
Rebuild your world, rebuild your race, rebuild your empire. Rebuild it all. But make sure you rebuild your ideals too. Rebuild the principles that made you a great and honorable galactic power in the first place. Don't prey on the weak. Don't steal f...
What I remembered most clearly about this Jinja road was that on portions of it, for reasons no one could explain, butterflies settled in long fluffy tracts. There might be eighty feet of road carpeted by white butterflies, so many of them that if yo...
We don't look at the stars in the universe and say how tragic they are, how bruised they are, even though that is what they are. We look at them and speak of the beauty they contain. The inspiration they give us. Even though stars are the scars of th...
I was washing outside in the darkness, the sky burning with rough stars, and the starlight, salt on an axe-blade. The cold overflows the barrel. The gate's locked, the land's grim as its conscience. I don't think they'll find the new weaving, finer t...
