Peter Greenaway Quotes
Galba... a miserable sort of man... bisexual... fancied mature slaves, especially if they had been a little mutilated... all his freed men had no fingers on the left hands... he's dead - died screaming... in a cellar.
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A spiritual partnership is a partnership between equals for the purpose of spiritual growth. Spiritual partners use their delightful experiences together as well as their power struggles to learn about themselves and change themselves.
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My father was an electrical contractor, while I used to deliver video cassettes on a cycle to people in Juhu and Bandra, including celebrities like Mithun Chakraborty. Mithunda remembers me and is very proud of me. He can't believe that the guy who used to come to his house in short pants has become so successful.
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Don't confuse being stimulating with being blunt.
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I've never had to pitch a movie to a studio. I usually just let people read the script, then I cast it. I always think pitching is for baseball.
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Don't sell credits; don't sell walk-on roles... If people want to back you, they'll back you. But if you have to entice people will walk-on roles and crazy credits, you're undermining yourself.
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What I do find enormously gratifying is the reviews my books get from the American press. They are so on the ball compared to anywhere else. It's so satisfying to get a review that conveys the reader understood precisely what I was trying to get at.
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One important theme is the extent to which one can ever correct an error, especially outside any frame of religious forgiveness. All of us have done something we regret – how we manage to remove that from our conscience, or whether that's even possible, interested me.
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Words are but the signs of ideas.
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I think people have a hard time thinking that I could've done a sitcom.
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Men who are orthodox when they are young are in danger of being middle-aged all their lives.
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Alfred Nobel stipulated that no distinction of race or colour will determine who received of his generosity.
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The guys in my band are good friends on and off the stage. The band members that I have now is probably the best band that I have ever had.
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A writer is someone who tells you one thing so someday he can tell his readers another thing: what he was thinking but declined to say, or what he would have thought had he been wiser. A writer turns his life into material, and if you're in his life, he uses yours, too.
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I'm a vulnerable, sensitive person. I overthink everything.
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I think a lot of women, especially ones that want to achieve career goals, tend to worry. I don't want anyone to worry their life away - time goes by so fast, and worry is really wasted time and energy.
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We are more and more into technology. Everything is texting, and everything is instant. Flowers are completely impractical as a method of communication when you could just send a text.
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There is a sense of purity in theatre which always attracts me. Deep down, I feel I am more of an artist than a commodity, which Bollywood turns you into. I want to strike a balance.
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I envision a day when a businesswoman will be having lunch, and then her phone will ring. When she opens it up, she will see an image of the latest Marc Jacobs coat that just arrived in stock. With a click of a button, she can purchase it and then find it waiting for her when she gets back to her office.
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Ἢ οὐκ οἶσθ' ἀκριβῶς ὢν περισσόφρων ὅτιγλώσσῃ ματαίᾳ ζημία προστρίβεται.
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Fascism conceives of the State as an absolute, in comparison with which all individuals or groups are relative, only to be conceived in their relation to the State.
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There cannot be a good tax nor a just one; every tax rests its case on compulsion.
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I don't think there's ever a moment when you can actually say, "I found it." Even when you think you did, the next moment something happens and it can drift away. It's about the evolution of love and faith. It constantly surprises us.
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Men are divided between those who are as thrifty as if they would live forever, and those who are as extravagant as if they were going to die the next day.
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Galba... a miserable sort of man... bisexual... fancied mature slaves, especially if they had been a little mutilated... all his freed men had no fingers on the left hands... he's dead - died screaming... in a cellar.
