He is rich enough who does not want bread.
It's hard to put into words. Gorillas are not complainers. We're dreamers, poets, philosophers, nap takers.
I like colorful tales with black beginnings and stormy middles and cloudless blue-sky endings. But any story will do.
When I'm drawing a picture, I feel. . . quiet inside.
Death's gruesome face taunts: soulless eyes, crimson grimace. I really hate clowns.
Especially when you're faced with hard times, you need to remember that life is either tragedy or comedy. For me, that's what the magic is. Life has remarkable, surprising moments that get you through the hard times.
Humans. Violent but peace-loving. Passionate but cerebral. Humane but cruel. Impulsive but calculating. Generous but selfish. And yet, somehow I knew that they represented the best hope of the galaxy.
In keeping with the theme of "I got my hands on," my brother and I would listen to The Diceman Cometh. That was the dirtiest thing we'd ever heard, and we could listen to that at full volume without fear of penalty, because my mom couldn't hear that either. I wasn't a huge comedy fan growing up, but I definitely listened to Andrew Dice Clay a lot.
In order to reflect, think and plan, you must quiet yourself. You can't see your reflection in churning waters. Water must be still to see your reflection.
Our happiest times are those in which we forget ourselves, usually in being kind to someone else. That tiny moment of self-abdication is an act of true humility: the man who loses himself finds himself and finds his happiness.
The only thing that I could think of to do was to be an actress.