Juan Rulfo Quotes
There was no air; only the dead, still night fired by the dog days of August. Not a breath. I had to suck in the same air I exhaled, cupping it in my hands before it escaped. I felt it, in and out, less each time…until it was so thin it slipped through my fingers forever. I mean, forever.
Juan Rulfo
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As a professional actor, I don't have much choice about what I've gotten into. I tend to be cast in comedies and I'm fine with that.
Fran Kranz
If your reader has been given a rousing opening, he will usually then sit still for at least some exposition. But be sure to follow that chunk of telling with one or more dramatized scenes. That's much more effective than being given section after section of telling.
Nancy Kress
The dearest things I know are what you are.
Oscar Hammerstein II
The fact is, I diet every day of my life. I have to work at it. But I diet so I can pig out.
Jack Nicklaus
If I'm happy with what I'm putting out and proud of it - that is becoming enough for me. It's testing myself, but I'm ready to do it, whereas I wasn't ready before. Sometimes it's feigned confidence, but if I make a decision, I can do anything.
Verite
Acting was merely a pastime; I wanted to make films. But theatre, ah - now that was a labour of love. Can there be anything better than performing without retakes and cuts, in front of people you can see, hearing them breathe in the darkness of the hall?
Kabir Bedi
Seriously, I dreamed that I was in my husband's dream, watching what he was dreaming about. Like, I was in his dream as an onlooker. It was so weird that I immediately wrote it down in the middle of the night. In the morning, it still sounded cool.
Lisa McMann
The Ukrainian community is tight-knit by nature.
Vera Farmiga
… the Peace Treaties must be scrapped … I stand for no more war and no more secret diplomacy.
Clement Attlee
I would like to say that it is not important what you have, but how you enjoy it.
Fabian Perez
There was no air; only the dead, still night fired by the dog days of August. Not a breath. I had to suck in the same air I exhaled, cupping it in my hands before it escaped. I felt it, in and out, less each time…until it was so thin it slipped through my fingers forever. I mean, forever.
Juan Rulfo