Hollyweid Quotes & Sayings

We must learn to choose between lining our bank accounts and being accountable for our future. — Carlos Wallace

Taste ... is a matter of taste (Tad Allagash) — Jay McInerney

The purpose of art actually is, in many cases, to make you feel quite uncomfortable. Or at least to go to that place that's already of discomfort inside of you and tap into that. — Michael Moore

My two brothers and I grew up in the theater, going everywhere with my parents when they performed. — Demian Bichir

For love is no part of the dreamworld. Love belongs to Desire, and Desire is always cruel. — Neil Gaiman

She was coming over to my place and instead of us hanging with my knucklehead boys - me smoking, her bored out of her skull - we were seeing movies. Driving out to different places to eat. Even caught a play at the Crossroads and I took her picture with some bigwig black playwrights, pictures where she's smiling so much you'd think her wide-ass mouth was going to unhinge. We were a couple again. Visiting each other's family on the weekends. Eating breakfast at diners hours before anybody else was up, rummaging through the New Brunswick library together, the one Carnegie built with his guilt money. A nice rhythm we had going. — Junot Diaz

We could use all the blessings we could get. The impact of what we were about to do hit me like an anvil on Wile E. Coyote's head. We were heading out to stop Satan's son and save the world from certain destruction.
Piece of cake. — Terri Clark

You're in for a treat, sweetheart. Us southern boys eat pussy like pie. And I like pie." Yes. — C.D. Reiss

The greatest foe to art is luxury, art cannot live in its atmosphere. — William Morris

Mick Jagger moves like a parody between a majorette girl and Fred Astaire. — Truman Capote

But, of course, what mattered most of all was my deep-seated hatred of authority, my monstrous individualism, my lawlessness. No word in my vocabulary expressed deeper hatred than the word INTERFERENCE. But Christianity placed at the centre what then seemed to me a transcendental Interferer. If its picture were true then no sort of 'treaty with reality' could ever be possible. There was no region even in the innermost depth of one's soul (nay, there least of all) which one could surround with a barbed wire fence and guard with a notice No Admittance. And that was what I wanted; some area, however small, of which I could say to all other beings, 'This is my business and mine only. — C.S. Lewis