Fame is only good for one thing - they will cash your check in a small town.

She is pure Alice in Wonderland, and her appearance and demeanor are a nicely judged mix of the Red Queen and a Flamingo.

Failure is the condiment that gives success its flavor.

A conversation is a dialogue, not a monologue. That's why there are so few good conversations: due to scarcity, two intelligent talkers seldom meet.

I believe more in the scissors than I do in the pencil.

The wind is us-- it gathers and remembers all our voices, then sends them talking and telling through the leaves and the fields.

Anyone who ever gave you confidence, you owe them a lot.

I love New York, even though it isn't mine, the way something has to be, a tree or a street or a house, something, anyway, that belongs to me because I belong to it.

When you've got nowhere to turn, turn on the gas.

Well, I'm about as tall as a shotgun, and just as noisy.

A man who doesn't dream is like a man who doesn't sweat. He stores up a lot of poison.

The ego is the ultimate conspirator.

Young, healthy communities can afford to roll the dice.

We're going to explore the outside world someday, right? Far beyond these walls, there's flaming water, land made of ice, and fields of sand spread wide. It's the world my parents wanted to go to.

A lit candle glowsIlluminating the space in which it standsJesus is the LightShining on the inside Radiating on the outsideA light that never goes dimIs that Light that comes from within

Caregivers had to take care of themselves, and part of that meant having a life beyond whatever illness had put them in their cole.

I think the art of filmmaking is something you learn through actions, by doing it, not by learning theories. And as you do it, your mind starts to change.

I only knew a few people, literally a handful of people, al of whom had been in the Party long before I was, all of whom were known by the FBI and were known to the Committee.

Strictly speaking, the idea of a scientific poem is probably as nonsensical as that of a poetic science.

For me, the glory of my first 25 years as a writer was I could put things off as long as I wanted.

Goering got into endless arguments with other officers [and] he did not like routine work.