I performed in Sydney some years ago for the Sydney Festival and I am just so pleased to be returning to the wonderful Sydney Opera House and also performing in Melbourne for the first time.
[Dory is trying to read the pipe that says "Sydney Water Treatment"] Dory: Si... side... syd... nay... Sydney! [she hears a "P. Sherman 42 Wallaby Way Sydney" flashback in her head, and sees a rapid succession of memories from earlier in the film] Do...
No furniture is so charming as books.
Actually, Sydney is my second favourite city on earth, I love Sydney, but this is the greatest.
Given the choice of living in Los Angeles or living in Sydney, I would choose Sydney.
And currently, there are four to five new works in the pipeline for upcoming celebrations such as the Sydney 2000 Olympics, Australian Federation, my 50th Birthday, and Sydney Dance Company's 25th Anniversary.
I always fear that creation will expire before teatime.
[last lines - at their reunion, with warm smiles] Sydney Schanberg: You forgive me? Dith Pran: Nothing to forgive, Sydney. Nothing.
Dory: "P.Sherman, 42 Wallaby Way, Sydney." I remembered it. I bet I could even remember it again..."P.Sherman, 42 Wallaby Way, Sydney." I did it again.
Dory: P. Sherman, 42 Wallaby Way, Sydney! You asked me where I'm going? OK, I'll tell you: P. Sherman, 42 Wallaby Way, Sydney! That's where I'm going!
And most of the failures in parent-child relationships, from my observation, begin when the child begins to acquire a mind and a will of its own, to make independent decisions and to question the omnipotence or the wisdom of the parent.
Genuine love for a child, it seems to me, must include a desire for his maturity and ultimately his independence. WAtching a personality unfold is perhaps the deepest pleasure of parenthood; wishing, or trying, to retard this growth is one of the dee...
A man who wishes to make his way in life could do no better than go through the world with a boiling tea-kettle in his hand.
I didn't really like my Sydney accent - nobody likes the sound of their own voice - and when I was a little younger tried to change my accent gradually. But I've only ever really lived in Sydney and Los Angeles, so I haven't been influenced by the ac...
I'm a medical doctor and a biomedical scientist.
Ancient boundaries are meaningless, except for political purposes; old divisions of clan and tribe are sentimental remnants of the pre-atomic age; neither creed nor color nor place of origin is relevant to the realities of modern power to utterly see...
Thank God for tea! What would the world do without tea! How did it exist? I am glad I was not born before tea.
Notre Dame and Sydney - that was nothing. Notre Dame doesn't have a police station; it is not 1,000 or so feet high. It was a public structure, very easy to access. And Sydney Harbour Bridge was half-and-half: a bridge, in the middle of the night. Th...
Sydney: Don't let me die like this. I hate it. Will you give me a hero's death, old friend? You see, I... I didn't keep one last bullet. Joe (Cantonese)/Jeffrey (English): I understand, Sydney. I have one.
Repression. Her therapist, Dr. Solomon, loved the word. He'd say it slowly, letting it roll off his tongue. Sometimes he'd add a chin stroke for good measure. He always looked pleased when he did this, like he'd discovered the Caramilk secret or some...
I usually start my day when my kids wake up.
