When was the last time someone told you ‘Look at the bright side of things’ when you were depressed, and you actually paid attention to them? Maybe some people do, but I sure as hell don’t.
There’s a ton of stuff in mythology and folklore that is loaded with wonderful creatures that I haven’t drawn yet, but that’s kind of my retirement plan. Theoretically, I won’t be doing comics any longer, and I’ll just be drawing and painting whatever the hell I want. Most of that will be monsters.
Hell, I ain’t paid to make good lines sound good. I’m paid to make bad lines sound good.
When I first became interested in photography, I thought it was the whole cheese. My idea was to have it recognized as one of the fine arts. Today I don’t give a hoot in hell about that. The mission of photography is to explain man to man and each man to himself.
To hell with facts! We need stories!
Everybody’s under God’s planet, and God is the Almighty, the Beginning, the End, the Alpha, the Omega. He’s Big Daddy. He gives out these little soldiers and sons and angels and saints to help everybody else get through to him. I’m not the ‘Jesus-only or you’re going to Hell’ kind of guy.
I studied business in school, so I worked for Chanel in marketing. And I also worked part-time in an office. So I had office jobs. And then I realized I needed to get the hell out of there, just realizing there was no fulfillment.
I’m in California a lot; I go overseas sometimes and I meet more Hells Angels than other Angels do.
I remember, when I was doing ‘Nicholas Nickleby’, James Archer came to see me at the interval and said, ‘My father would like to see you after the show.’ It felt rather as if I had been summoned by the Queen, and I was cocky enough to think, ‘Who the hell is he to summon me?’
Never envy a man his lady. Behind it all lays a living hell.
I will live by the standard of reason, and if thinking in accordance with reason takes me to perdition, then I will go to hell with my reason rather than to heaven without it.
How can you be in hell while you are in my heart?
In my judgment, the American people are too brave, too charitable, too generous, too magnanimous, to believe in the infamous dogma of an eternal hell.
Les Pauls work out real well for me because I’ll beat the hell out of them and they’ll still work. The only trouble with them is finding good ones.
Warhol’s images made sense to me, although I knew nothing at the time of his background in commercial art. To be honest, I didn’t think about him a hell of a lot.
No matter how many awards you’ve won or how many sales you’ve got, come the next book it’s still a blank sheet of paper and you’re still panicking like hell that you’ve got nothing new to say.
Everybody is continuously connected to everybody else on Twitter, on Facebook, on Instagram, on Reddit, e-mailing, texting, faster and faster, with the flood of information jeopardizing meaning. Everybody’s talking at once in a hypnotic, hyper din: the cocktail party from hell.
I get a fine warm feeling when I’m doing well, but that pleasure is pretty much negated by the pain of getting started each day. Let’s face it, writing is hell.
‘The Walking Dead’ and ‘Guardians of the Galaxy’ have pumped up the recognition factor a thousand times. I can’t get off an airplane anymore. I don’t know how the hell they know and how these people find out. They must have some interesting, secret way of getting a hold of the flight manifesto or something.
Hell hath no fury like a bureaucrat scorned.
I’d walk through hell in a gasoline suit to play baseball.
For those of us who aren’t great with people, we figure that silence is always the safest bet. If you’re an introvert, you spend so much of your time wishing that other people would just shut the hell up that you figure you’re doing everyone a favor.
Culturally, politically, everywhere you look… Read the newspaper. Go online. Our world has gone to hell.
Some guys can do more talking in the ring, other guys do posing, body building, whatever the hell they do in the ring. But I don’t have the big body, and I’m not the big smooth talker, but I can get in the ring and wrestle.
I am tired and sick of war. Its glory is all moonshine. It is only those who have neither fired a shot nor heard the shrieks and groans of the wounded who cry aloud for blood, for vengeance, for desolation. War is hell.
Because I could dance, my folks went through hell so I could be in movies. But I didn’t dance in pictures. I cried! At one point I had polio, which I believe was a result of the stress I felt in the studios.
Ours is a world where people don’t know what they want and are willing to go through hell to get it.
You never let somebody come from outside the business, have their way with the business, and then leave the next day and laugh at you. How the hell does David Arquette become World Champion?
There is many a boy here today who looks on war as all glory, but, boys, it is all hell.
There’s no hypocrisy in Hell’s Kitchen.
I don’t believe in heaven, and I don’t believe in hell as a place with flames where people are burning and having eternal pain. I don’t believe in that at all. I believe in a place I call ‘beyond.’
My philosophy: find what it is you want to say, walk in the room, say it, and get the hell out.
The school-room sends men to the Legislature, to the bench, and the executive office. The bar-room sends them to the scaffold and hell.
The attempt to force human beings to despise themselves is what I call hell.
Virtue is its own reward. We only invented concepts like heaven and hell to describe how we feel. We don’t feel good doing bad and it’s nice to help someone.
My dad was a professional basketball player, and my mom was a hell of a tennis player.
Some good Karma I must have done that I went from marriage from Hell to finding my real soul mate.
We never, ever judge someone on who’s going to heaven, hell. That’s the Almighty’s job.
I went from weirdo teenager to pixie waif to them not knowing what the hell to do with me.
My father belonged to a commune, and the food was ghastly. My idea of food hell is the salad cream they’d pour all over bits of lettuce, cucumber and tomato. It was just disgusting.
I just had one of those ‘what the hell are we doing’ moments.
I love jokes that come out of nowhere. The ones where people look at the screen and go, ‘What the Hell was that.’ As long as it somehow ties back into the story, somehow.
Life is short and if you’re looking for extension, you had best do well. ‘Cause there’s good deeds and then there’s good intentions. They are as far apart as Heaven and Hell.
We seek him here, we seek him there, Those Frenchies seek him everywhere. Is he in heaven? – Is he in hell? That damned, elusive Pimpernel?
You live in this shadow that you’re going to burn in Hell until you’re saved. And I still worry about it a little. I don’t believe in Heaven, but I do still fear Hell.
Hell is empty and all the devils are here.
Hell, there are no rules here – we’re trying to accomplish something.
It’s incredible. Twenty-three minutes on the air, and I’ve got to shoot for twelve, fifteen hours a day. What the hell’s that?
I’m from the Bob Wills and the Little Richard school of music. Bob Wills did what the hell he thought, Little Richard did what he thought, and those were my big influences.
My frustration has always been that I’m a Christian, but I don’t buy into, never have bought into, the belief that Jesus and God are these men who just dictate that this is how you have to live your life or you are going to burn in hell.
Hell is indefinite.
My Meema, her favorite show was ‘Dallas.’ She made the family watch. She loved to hate J.R. She passed away when I was 12, and I know she’s looking down on me going, ‘Oh, my goodness. How are you on the show? I am so proud of you and why in the hell are you playing J.R.’s son?’
Maybe there is no actual place called hell. Maybe hell is just having to listen to our grandparents breathe through their noses when they’re eating sandwiches.
When I was starting out, I didn’t know what the hell I was doing and my person who was helping me out, I didn’t even have an agent, got me five or six big auditions for leads in movies in 1986 that I had no business auditioning for. I think I ran out of three of them before I’d even finished.
It struck me that what I’d heard about certain celebrities was true: they had It, whatever the hell It was. Star power isn’t a myth; it is tangible and forceful.
We have to make sure the Hell the veterans come home from is not the Hell they come back to.
First and foremost, you have to make the movie for yourself. And that’s not to say, to hell with everyone else, but what else have you got to go on but your own taste and judgment?
I remember Michael dribbling at the top of the key. Everybody knew to just get the hell out of his way.
Hell is full of good meanings and wishings.
I remember on the ‘Midnight Special’ seeing a video with Meat Loaf. I think it was the ‘Bat Out Of Hell’ video. It was like this raging huge fat guy, and he’s really sexual, and he’s really sweaty, and it’s really kind of sexy. Like, a fat guy can get the chick. I still am a big fan of ‘Bat Out Of Hell.’
