* some views expressed in these quotations not neccesarily endorsed by the author of this file.
I could just about scrape through the sixteen barrier.
Even though I was baby-faced, I was just able to bluff
it in the grown-up world, but George couldn't. He had
all the attitude, but he really was young-looking. I
remember going out into his back garden and getting a
bit of soil and putting it on his lip as a moustache.
It was ridiculous, but I thought "He looks the part--
we'll get in." And we did.
It was a teenage juvenile delinquent film, and we were
quite disappointed, all acting and talking!
* for entertainment only - history is not an exact science - dates and quotes not guaranteed for accuracy.
Life is never quite interesting enough. You people who come to the movies know that.
I'd rather sit on the floor in the market of Toluca
and sell tortillas, than to have anything to do with
these "artistic" bitches of Paris.
I never painted dreams. I painted my own reality.
From time to time, I need a rest from the
exercitation of my intellect.
We don't need no education. We don't need no thought control
What garlic is to salad, insanity is to art.
Once, George and I had gone to see the film _The Blackboard
Jungle_. It starred Vic Morrow, which was good, but more
importantly it had Bill Haley's "Rock Around The Clock"
as its theme tune. The first time I heard that, shivers
went up my spine, so we had to go and see the film, just
for the title song.
The Bill Haley era passed me by, in a way. When his
records came on the wireless my mother would start
dancing around. She thought they were so good. I
used to hear them, but they didn't do anything
for me.
My real illness, it seems, is my compulsion to amuse.
Apparently, you can offer to disembowel me,
but I'll still see if I can make you laugh.
Cynicism is an unpleasant way of saying the truth.
I am many things. I am an animal. I am a convicted
rapist, a hell-raiser, a loving father, a semi-good
husband. You don't really know me.
I love to lose myself in other men’s minds.
Perfection is reached, not when there is no longer
anything to add, but when there is no longer
anything to take away.
Music rearranges your molecular structure.
If most of us remain ignorant of ourselves,
it is because self-knowledge is painful and
we prefer the pleasures of illusion.
It is not because the touch of genius has roused
genius to production, but because the admiration
of genius has made talent ambitious, that the
harvest is still so abundant.