When you show a man what he wants he will move heaven and earth to get it.
I'm endlessly amazed by what people are capable of, and incapable of.
Brain damage and stupidity are very different things, but can have similar effects on the wearer.
I think you have a lot to offer. . . not necessarily as a person, but as an organ donor.
If only St. Valentine was around to see his memory celebrated through the mindless marketing of whipping cream and lingerie.
I don't know about you, but I like to fall in love on Mondays. This way if things go south right away you still have the weekend.
Life is what you make of it, unless you have tourette's, in which case much becomes involuntary.
It's always an interesting question of what was it like as Norman Mailer's son because I could easily turn it back and say what's it like not to. I didn't always realize my dad was Norman Mailer. I always knew he was Dad, and then I forget the exact age when it dawned on me that, you know, he is actually someone who affects the public consciousness of the time. It was amazing. I mean he was a rock star and brilliant and kind and funny and generous and scary when he needed to be and, you know, hard as a father.
Those Dutchmen had hardly any imagination or fantasy, but their good taste and their scientific knowledge of composition were enormous.
When you're working on a script, every word that's on the page, somebody has to read it. Make every word count in your stories.
I am trying to remember that things have certainly been crazier in human history and they may get crazier here and now, and [here I am trying to be optimistic] it's even a good thing, to be going through all of this, if only to be reminded that history hasn't stopped - human existence is as fundamentally unmanageable now as it ever was.