I wish I could write more make-believe. It's a lot easier to write about hard times and when things are going wrong. But I've never been a private person.
It’s only when we understand that who we become during, and after hard times is more important than the challenges, that we embrace messes are channels of important messages meant to upgrade our lives.
Being thrown into the fire and getting the thing turned around in a hurry made it more difficult. Things have been done the hard way. I think you learn better when things are done the hard way.
Jame "Buffalo Bill" Gumb: [to a mirror] Would you fuck me? I'd fuck me. I'd fuck me hard. I'd fuck me so hard.
I have talked to Debbie Hammond quite a bit, Jim Hammond's wife, his widow. I've seen their kids. And last time we played Dallas, a lot of them came over. It's hard for them to come see the show. It's still hard.
[Zeus and McClane have just stolen a man's car on the highway] Zeus: [to man] Hey! Who was the 21st President? Man: Go fuck yourself!
John McClane: You know how to pick this lock? Zeus: Is this some black-shit again? John McClane: Hey will you stop that racial shit? Are you a fuckin' locksmith or not?
John McClane: [opens door of dump truck] You're a truck driver? Jerry Parks: No I'm a beautician. Of course I'm a truck driver!
Zeus: That guy was pissed. John McClane: He'll feel better when he looks in the back seat. Zeus: Shit! That was *my* gold bar!
FBI Agent: The name Gruber mean anything to you, lieutenant? [flashback to Hans Gruber falling from Nakatomi Towers] John McClane: It rings a bell, yeah.
Simon: [addressing his troops] And remember, this is all due to the g-g-g-g-g-g-gullibility of the New York Police Department!
Gang Member: [in German] Nicht schiessen! John McClane: [shoots him] What was that? Mathias Targo: [kicks McClane] He said "Don't shoot!"
Zeus: [helicopter being shot at by Simon] Oh, shit! Helicopter Pilot: Oh, shit! John McClane: What do you mean, "Oh, shit"?
Norm: The place is surging with girls. John: Please, sir, sir, can I have one to surge me, sir, please, sir? Norm: No, you can't!
Norm: God knows what you've unleashed on the unsuspecting South. It'll be wine, women, and song all the way with Ringo when he gets the taste for it.
Norm: I just have one thing to say to you, John Lennon. John: What's that? Norm: You're a swine.
Reporter: Do you think these haircuts have come to stay? Ringo: Well, this one has. You know, it's stuck on good and proper now.
T.V. Director: You don't know what this means to me. If you hadn't come back it would have meant... the epilogue or the news... in Welsh... for life!
[playing baccarat] Grandfather: My turn? Er... bingo! Croupier: Pas "bingo," monsieur. "Banco." Grandfather: Ah, I'll take the little darlin's anyway.
Being able to say something lyrically, to say something that will do more than just be words, is really hard. It's easy to do when you're writing a chapter of a book or writing poetry, but it's really hard to do when you're confined to a melody line.
Being at school, being who I am, being an athlete, it was hard to find people like me. There's not many athletes that can be at my level. That was kind of hard finding people who love something so much they want to keep on doing it.
