A mathematician tells you that the wall of warped space prevents the Moon from flying out of its orbit yet can't tell you why an astronaut can go back and forth across that same space.
People called me a hoodlum and a thug. But they didn't tell you I was a carpenter, an architect, a stand-up comic - even a bartender. And a barbecue cook. But they didn't tell you that.
I wonder what it is that the people who criticize me for telling this story truly object to: is it that I have dared to tell the story? Or that the story turns out not to be the one they wanted to hear?
Fiction gives us a reach into the lives of individuals that would otherwise be but a closed door. If we are gifted with a desire to tell tales, then we should tell them . . . if only to reach but a few.
I'll also tell you that five hundred thousand people will die this year of cancer. And I'll also tell you that one in every four will be afflicted with this disease, and yet, somehow, we seem to have put it in a little bit of the background.
I get fans stopping me and telling me what a bad man I am. I got a lot of that at Comic-Con. I'd tell them, 'Sorry, mate.'
Every man is different. You can't generalize with men; you have to find out what your man wants. You have to listen to him when he's telling you what he wants, because a lot of times they're telling you, but you're not listening.
I saw a sign one time that said 'hemorrhoids awareness week' at the doctor's office. Let me tell you, if you got hemorrhoids, I'm sure you are aware of it. You don't need a sign to tell anybody about it.
I don't want to tell a 15 or 14 year old what they should be doing. I want them to tell me. And that's what I got when I met Justin Bieber for the first time.
Graham's Mother: Did you find your brother? Graham: No, Ma. Graham's Mother: Tell him to come home. Tell him I'm not mad, okay? Okay, baby?
Clementine: You don't tell me things, Joel. I'm an open book. I tell you everything, every damn, embarrassing thing.
[while the narrator is on the phone with the police] Tyler Durden: Tell him. Tell him, The liberator who destroyed my property has realigned my perceptions.
Det. Rosetti: You better be straight with me kid. You're telling me this is the fella staying in your mother's basement? Landlady's son: That's what I'm telling you.
Tommy DeVito: He said, "No, you're gonna tell me something today, tough guy." I said, "All right, I'll tell you something: go fuck your mother."
Matt Drayton: Joanna, this may be the last opportunity I have to tell you to do *anything*, so I telling you, *shut up!*
[last lines] Corporal Miller: To tell you the truth, I didn't think we could do it. Capt. Keith Mallory: To tell you the truth, neither did I.
Dolores Umbridge: Please, tell them I mean no harm. Harry Potter: Sorry, Professor, but I must not tell lies.
Claudia Wilson Gator: I'll tell you everything, and you tell me everything, and maybe we can get through all the piss and shit and lies that kill other people.
Neo: What are you trying to tell me? That I can dodge bullets? Morpheus: No, Neo. I'm trying to tell you that when you're ready, you won't have to.
Joe Turner: Boy, what is it with you people? You think not getting caught in a lie is the same thing as telling the truth?
Coccotti: Now, what we got here is a little game of show and tell. You don't wanna show me nothing but you're telling me everything.
