Well, we spend an awful lot of our time working and doing experiments. It's very busy up on the shuttle.
I'm inspired every time I see a role I'd like to play, an actor turn in a well crafted performance, a story I'd like to tell, direct or produce.
If one is master of one thing and understands one thing well, one has at the same time, insight into and understanding of many things.
I've watched my duty, straight an' true, an' tried to do it well; Part of the time kept heaven in view, An' part steered clear of hell.
I don't sleep very well when I travel. And as a result, I tend to be awake in cities when everyone else is asleep.
There comes a moment on a journey when something sweet, something irresistible and charming as wine raised to thirsty lips, wells up in the traveller's being.
I'm still at the end of my rope because I find myself not handling things well when I travel.
I don't trust that many people. Just my mother and my wife and a couple of friends. When I trust people, it doesn't end well.
It is claimed, but with what truth we cannot say, that there is a well-defined propaganda among the aliens of colour to bring about the degeneration of the white race.
I don't believe truth is conveyed by style and presentation. I don't think that if it was grainy and full of handheld material, it would be any more truthful.
Well, I mean, the real attack on truth is tabloid journalism in the United States.
In general, I've been treated well by reviews, and there are times when I haven't. The truth is that I've come to feel like I'm better off without reading them.
Peter Joshua: Well, here we are. Reggie Lampert: Where? Peter Joshua: On the street where you live.
Darwin: Shoot, you animals. They'll pay you well for Darwin's hide.
Wanda: Let's make love. Archie: Well, if you absolutely insist...
Henrik Vanger: Soon you'll know us all too well, with my apologies.
Laurie: [to herself, watching kids trick-or-treating] Well, kiddo, I thought you outgrew superstition.
Harold: You sure have a way with people. Maude: Well, they're my species!
Perry: He called her a... well, a bad word. [pause] Perry: Cunt.
[last lines] Police Lieutenant: Well, Denham, the airplanes got him. Carl Denham: Oh no, it wasn't the airplanes. It was beauty killed the beast.
Samuel: Nice shiner. Tristan: Yeah, well, I hit her back.
