George Wendt Quotes
I get called to do a lot of labors of love... independent films on very small budgets. If I have the time and if the project speaks to me, it's better than sitting around, right?
George Wendt
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I always think it's really hard if you are Asian or Chinese to be really in Hollywood. There are not so many really great characters for you.
Ziyi Zhang
I equally love both, classic rock and hip-hop. I love all music, really, and I really use classic rock a lot. I'm heavily influenced by that melodically in my music. I can't really separate the two.
Yelawolf
I trip over my legs all the time. I'll wave to somebody, look up, and end up eating pavement.
Maggie Grace
I started knitting in the Congress, and it was a scandal - like, big scandal.
Laura Esquivel
Let me back up a little and tell you why I prefer writing to real life: You can rewrite. A novel, for example, can be cleaned up, altered, trimmed, improved. Life, on the other hand, is one big messy rough draft.
Harlan Coben
It's strange that words are so inadequate. Yet, like the asthmatic struggling for breath, so the lover must struggle for words.
T. S. Eliot
The Westoxified Pakistanis have been selling their souls and killing their own people for a few million dollars.
Imran Khan
Palestine is the cement that holds the Arab world together, or it is the explosive that blows it apart.
Yasser Arafat
I think when you take away all, like, the premieres and press stuff and all the special effects, then you just come down to the fact that it's all about acting, and I think that has been the best bit for me.
Emma Watson
I had written the script a few years earlier for Paramount, then later got hired with Sam [Fuller] to write an entirely new script that he was going to direct. And that was one of the great thrills of my professional life.
Curtis Hanson
Mankind has had ten-thousand years of experience at fighting and if we must fight, we have no excuse for not fighting well.
T. E. Lawrence
There's a story... a legend, about a bird that sings just once in its life. From the moment it leaves its nest, it searches for a thorn tree... and never rests until it's found one. And then it sings... more sweetly than any other creature on the face of the earth. And singing, it impales itself on the longest, sharpest thorn. But, as it dies, it rises above its own agony, to outsing the lark and the nightingale. The thorn bird pays its life for just one song, but the whole world stills to listen, and God in his heaven smiles.
Colleen McCullough
