... the movie woman's world is designed to remind us that a woman may live in a mansion, an apartment, or a yurt, but it's all the... same thing because what she really lives in is the body of a woman, and that body is allowed to occupy space only according to the dictates of polite society.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
I discovered early in my movie work that a movie is never any better than the stupidest man connected with it. There are times whe...n this distinction may be given to the writer or director. Most often it belongs to the producer.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
When to the sessions of sweet silent thought I summon up remembrance of things past,... I sigh the lack of many a thing I sought, And with old woes new wail my dear time's waste. Then can I drown an eye, unus'd to flow. For precious friends hid in death's dateless night And weep afresh love's long since cancell'd woe, And moan th' expense of many a vanish'd sight. Then can I grieve at grievances foregone. And heavily from woe to woe tell o'er The sad account of fore-bemoaned moan, Which I new pay as if not paid before. But if the while I think on thee, dear friend, All losses are restor'd and sorrows end.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
I think it's awful and ugly and a complete waste of talent. Why is he wasting his talent? ... why doesn't he make a movie that wou...ld uplift kids and teach them something? All this sex and violence, sex and violence. He's like a dog chasing his tail.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
Give me the splendid silent sun with all his beams full-dazzling,... Give me juicy autumnal fruit ripe and red from the orchard, Give me a field where the unmow'd grass grows, Give me an arbor, give me the trellis'd grape, Give me fresh corn and wheat, give me serene-moving animals teaching content,LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
(O I see what I sought to escape, confronting, reversing my cries, I see my own soul trampling down what it ask'd for.)...
Keep your splendid silent sun, Keep your woods O Nature, and the quiet places by the woods, Keep your fields of clover and timothy, and your corn-fields and orchards, Keep the blossoming buckwheat fields where the Ninth-month bees hum; Give me faces and streets--give me these phantoms incessant and endless along the trottoirs!LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »