Warners Quotes & Sayings

How are you managing to keep everyone from aging?" Celia asks after a while.
"Very carefully," Marco answers. — Erin Morgenstern

If I would characterize my life, I would say that I was a very lucky actor who came into very lucky times, and got to Hollywood, and was put under contract by Warners in the very last days of the studio contract era, and was privileged to go through that time which is gone now. — Efrem Zimbalist Jr.

This is a team game and one man doesn't win and one man doesn't lose. In the end, the best team usually wins. — Wilt Chamberlain

Locations are all tough, all miserable. I never left the sound stage for 18 years at Warners. We never went outside the studio, not even for big scenes. — Bette Davis

We were like a stock company at Warners. We didn't know any of the stars from the other studios. — Olivia De Havilland

My last picture for Warners was Romance on the High Seas. It was Doris Day's first picture; that was before she became a virgin. — Oscar Levant

We are the granddaughters of the witches you weren't able to burn. — Tish Thawer

God dropped a spark down into everyone, And if we find and fan it to a blaze, It'll spring up and glow, like
like the sun, And light the wandering out of stony ways. — John Masefield

You can tell the number of hours spent on a work by counting the number of coffee rings on your desk. — A.D. Posey

It's a testament to [Joan Blondell]'s talent that she is so fondly remembered even though so few of her films were even adequate. Her Warners cohorts were given classics while Joan remained the reliable backup in unremarkable films badly needing her gifts. — Eve Golden

Superman was never previewed because the producers didn't trust Warners with the film. — Richard Donner

When you're the Woman Upstairs, nobody thinks of you first. Nobody calls you before anyone else, or sends you the first postcard. Once your mother dies, nobody loves you best of all. It's a small thing, you might think; and maybe it depends upon your temperament; maybe for some people it's a small thing. But for me, in that cul-de-sac outside Aunt Baby's, with my father and aunt done dissecting death and shuffling off to bed behind the crimson farmhouse door, preparing for morning mass as blameless as lambs and as lifeless as the slaughtered - I felt forsaken by hope. I felt I'd been seen, and seen clearly, and discarded, dropped back into the undiscriminated pile like a shell upon the shore. — Claire Messud