I have little patience with scientists who take a board of wood, look for its thinnest part, and drill a great number of holes where drilling is easy.
Acting is more fun than writing. Writing is harder, more like having a term paper.
You know how they say we only use 10 percent of our brains? I think we only use 10 percent of our hearts.
It was nice that you guys have such a good sense of humor, because some people don't have the ability to laugh at something.
You know, I sometimes think, how is anyone ever gonna come up with a book, or a painting, or a symphony, or a sculpture that can compete with a great city. You can't. Because you look around and every street, every boulevard, is its own special art form and when you think that in the cold, violent, meaningless universe that Paris exists, these lights. I mean come on, there's nothing happening on Jupiter or Neptune, but from way out in space you can see these lights, the cafés, people drinking and singing. For all we know, Paris is the hottest spot in the universe.
You know you're in love when you wear condoms while having sex with other women.
That's the thing about friendship, it's a lot rarer than love, because there is nothing in it for any body.
I really didn't want to be a part of the world because I found that the world was filled with unkindness. People didn't love each other.
It's kind of ironic that my character is a doctor who acts very gay with his best friend. I don't see how gays could ever be doctors, they spend too much time whining about everything. Just get off your soapbox and go back to designing floral arrangements.
Sometimes holiness demands that we speak up, but oftentimes it calls us to shut up.
At last I came to college. I rushed for it with the outstretched arms of youth's aching hunger to give and take of life's deepest, and highest, and I came against the solid wall of the well-fed, well-dressed world - the frigid whitewashed wall of cleanliness. . . . How I pinched, and scraped, and starved myself, to save enough to come to college! Every cent of the tuition fee I paid was drops of sweat and blood from underpaid laundry work. And what did I get for it? A crushed spirit, a broken heart, a stinging sense of poverty that I never felt before.