Joan Trumpauer Mulholland Quotes & Sayings

The true critic is he who bears within himself the dreams and ideas and feelings of myriad generations, and to whom no form of thought is alien, no emotional impulse obscure. — Oscar Wilde

For no medium is excessively dangerous if its users understand what its dangers are. It is not important that those who ask the questions arrive at my answers or Marshall McLuhan's (quite different answers, by the way). This is an instance in which the asking of the questions is sufficient. To ask is to break the spell. — Neil Postman

You think the dead we loved ever truly leave us? — J.K. Rowling

'The Godfather' changed my life, for better or worse. It definitely made me have an older man's film career when I was 29. — Francis Ford Coppola

From the time that I was a child, I loved interacting with people. I would go around door-to-door and sell candies and gift-wrapping paper, and it was a great way to interact with people and communicate with people. — Jeff Koons

Nothing matters more than the stories we tell ourselves to explain the world. — Mike Carey

The first time I ever performed spoken word poetry in front of a big crowd, it totally failed. It ended, people barely clapped ... in retrospect the poem was terrible. And for a while I thought this was something I would never do again. And then I realized that, in my 17-year-old head, that was the worst it could have been. And it wasn't that bad - [because] from there, it could only get better. And I think that failure kind of freed me up to explore and not be afraid of failing again. — Phil Kay

In every encounter between human beings there is a pace set that belongs to them, and that will be taken up in its own rhythm whenever they are together. — Nadine Gordimer

Negative? Moi? I think realistic might be a better word. You mean to tell me we can drive all the way here from L.A. and see maybe ten thousand square miles of shopping malls, and you don't have maybe just the weentsiest inkling that something, somewhere has gone very very cuckoo? — Douglas Coupland