I tell people if I want to make a film I just go make it so you can make yours.
The Indians have such strong traditions and aesthetics, and the people are beautiful, as are their goods.
Oliver Stone's strategy is to unnerve the actors so as to make them alert and alive.
All I want are high heels, high heels. If I was a girl, I'd wear a lot of high heels. High, stiletto heels.
In Paris, it used to feel like you were living in a museum. As beautiful as it was, it's still limited. But here you have just everything.
People say it's really the press who create those soundbites about fashion. That's what sells magazines and clothes.
You don't necessarily live for the moment; you live for hope-what you're going to get, what you're going to say, what you're going to think.
The last thing I want to become is one of those talking heads where everything is satiny smooth and you know what the next question is going to be.
When people ask, Do you like children? I always say, I like some children, yes. Some children I don't like.
I refused to beat my head against stone, of course.
I wept not, so to stone within I grew.
Prisons are built with stones of Law. Brothels with the bricks of religion.
I grew up in Ireland, so I do not have a lot of respect for most politicians.
Susan Orlean: [stoned] Very happy now.
The tax issue is the most powerful issue in American politics going back to the Tea Party.
No matter what has happened, you too have the power to enjoy yourself.
So, I get a kick out of working with the media.
Swim upstream. Go the other way. Ignore the conventional wisdom.
They left like you knew they would. They went away and you fell like a stone. All the way to the bottom of your room. I see you, yes I see you. Sitting in your chair, hating every minute of it. Falling like a stone without even moving. It hurt you to...
Parents rarely let go of their children, so children let go of them. They move on. They move away. The moments that used to define them - a mother's approval, a father's nod - are covered by moments of their own accomplishments. It is not until much ...
Roads go ever ever on, Over rock and under tree, By caves where never sun has shone, By streams that never find the sea; Over snow by winter sown, And through the merry flowers of June, Over grass and over stone, And under mountains of the moon. Road...
