Rikiya Katsukama Quotes & Sayings

Don't misunderstand, Ella. I want you. So fucking bad." I gathered her face in my hands. "The day I can finally bury myself inside of you is the day I know for sure that you're mine. All mine. Only mine. And anything other than that isn't good enough. — Christina Lee

It's interesting to help someone find their vocabulary. There would not have been a De Niro without a Scorsese. — Jason Patric

There's a famous quote regarding Polanski. Perhaps Jack Nicholson said it, perhaps someone else, but it goes, "Polanski is the five-foot Pole I wouldn't touch with a ten-foot pole." So, yes, the world seems to despise him. I, however, love his work. It's so much funnier and well-constructed than the pompous stuff of Kubrick. Polanski balances between camp and horror in much the same way Billy Wilder did. — Chuck Palahniuk

Cuba is just a slave-prison. Our only crime is brith, but our sentence is life behind barbed wire and prison bars. — Jaxy Mono

When you read a novel, it seems that everything is clear, trite and understandable. But when you yourself fall in love, you understand that nobody knows anything and everyone must decide for themselves. — Sarah Ruhl

When John Heartfield and I invented photomontage in my South End studio at five o'clock on a May morning in 1916, neither of us had any inkling of its great possibilities, nor of the thorny yet successful road it was to take. As so often happens in life, we had stumbled across a vein of gold without knowing it. — George Grosz

Never taunt the devil, because the devil will show you what he had, pitchfork in hand. The devil was such a showboater, and Preacher was even worse. — V. Theia

Patron: One who countenances, supports or protects. Commonly a wretch who supports with insolence, and is repaid in flattery. — Samuel Johnson

He got up and walked out to the road. The black shape of it running from dark to dark. Then the distant low rumble. Not thunder. You could feel it under your feet. A sound without cognate and so without description. Something imponderable shifting out there in the dark. The earth itself contracting with the cold. It did not come again. What time of year? What age the child? He walked out into the road and stood. The silence. The salitter drying from the earth. The mudstained shapes of flooded cities burned to the waterline. At a crossroads a ground set with dolmen stones where the spoken bones of oracles lay moldering. No sound but the wind. What will you say? A living man spoke these lines? He sharpened a quill with his small pen knife to scribe these things in sloe or lampblack? At some reckonable and entabled moment? He is coming to steal my eyes. To seal my mouth with dirt. — Cormac McCarthy

Comedy can't be about continuous success. — Martin Freeman