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You’re no kid anymore – how do you keep your energy up?
Rage.
Rage?
Rage.

—Sean Penn in the September 2007 issue of Esquire

“He is a man of middle height, straight, slim, dark, with eyes like the middle of August, black hair which he brushes back à la francaise, and a rather sullen mouth…. He never reads the political news in the papers…. He was born, as the expression has it, with a gold spoon in his mouth. He has never had to work for a living…. His telephone operator, at his apartment, has a list of five persons to whom he will talk – so many and no more. He refuses to answer the telephone before five o’clock in the afternoon…. He never visits a house a second time in which he has encountered dogs, cats, children, automatic pianos, grace before or after meals, women authors, actors, The New Republic, or prints of the Mona Lisa…. He own three top hats, fourteen walking sticks, and two Russian wolf-hounds.” —George Jean Nathan qtd. in Terry Teachout’s The Skeptic: A Life of H.L. Mencken.

“I saw The Bourne Ultimatum. I liked the first one the best but the third one is second-best. I like entertainment. Cinema can say many things. There’s nothing wrong with a great Hollywood blockbuster. But sometimes you’re [into] it like crazy while it’s going and when you leave it sort of pops and evaporates.” —David Lynch

(Via Jeffrey Wells)

– Harry is an artist without an art.
– What does that mean?
– Well, that’s something that could make a man very unhappy, Mary, groping for the right lever, the means with which to express himself.
– Yes, he is that, isn’t he? I like that, Adam. It’s a very nice thought.
– Yes, but it can be dangerous.

Night and the City (The Criterion Collection)