Hell’s Kitchen is open 24/7, and I’m cooking on the stove all day.
That’s the shock: All cliches are true. The years really do speed by. Life really is as short as they tell you it is. And there really is a God – so do I buy that one? If all the other cliches are true… Hell, don’t pose me that one.
Was I involved in selling drivers licenses to people illegally? Hell no I wasn’t. Would I have tolerated it? Hell no.
‘Hell is for Children’ is amazing to do every night and ‘Promises in the Dark’ and ‘Love Is a Battlefied,’ of course, but my absolute favorite would be ‘Heartbreaker.’ It’s the one that started everything, so it has a very special place in my heart. And it still rocks every night! It’s so fun to do.
Like most playwrights, I hate talkbacks with a passion that can burn a hole through hell.
I don’t know about Heaven or Hell, but I do know that we are visited all the time by the spirits of those who affected us in life.
I’ll never forget one morning I walked in and I had a hell of a bruise – it had been a difficult night the night before – and a client said to me, ‘Good God, Vidal, what happened to your face?’ And I said, ‘Oh, nothing, madam, I just fell over a hairpin.’
There’s absolutely nothing irrational about me; insane, yes, irrational, no. But my dumbest fear would be spinning in the magic tea cups. Who the hell wants to pay to spin around like a bent yoyo for laughs?
I’ve gone through hell and back.
When the market goes to hell, it’s more of an opportunity than a problem.
I do want to work on writing, because writing’s a skill. Writing is something that you can train yourself to know better. To know yourself better. And it’s intimidating as hell.
Let me go to hell, that’s all I ask, and go on cursing them there, and them look down and hear me, that might take some of the shine off their bliss.
It’s odd that you can get so anesthetized by your own pain or your own problem that you don’t quite fully share the hell of someone close to you.
I know I got it made while the masses of black people are catchin’ hell, but as long as they ain’t free, I ain’t free.
In my mind, we live in Heaven, and we live in Hell.
I’m not crazy about arenas just because I can sell them out. It doesn’t do anything for my ego at all. I want to play places where people don’t have to sit in the nosebleed seats and wonder what the hell is going on.
People think I have an interesting walk. Hell, I’m just trying to hold my gut in.
If I wanted to develop a scenario to destroy America, I would do what the Republicans are doing. Take the brightest and best young black men off the streets, put them in jail, make them meaner than hell for 8 or 10 years and then turn them lose in a society where there are plenty of guns for them to play with.
I was the best street fighter in history when I was growing up on the Lower East Side. Hell, I never lost a street fight. Never. I thought I could lick Jack Dempsey or Joe Louis or anybody. I was fantastic.
Who the hell ever dreamed up a tie? It’s just such a weird idea, and yet it has been literally hanging around forever as the one constant and boring men’s fashion staple.
I’m graduating and I’m 23 years old, so I can do whatever the hell I want.
I’ve lived in good climate, and it bores the hell out of me. I like weather rather than climate.
I did get to work with Anthony Hopkins on ‘The Human Stain.’ If I ever manage to accomplish a quarter of what he’s achieved, I’ll have had one hell of a career.
If I believed in Hell, I’d definitely be going there.
To work hard, to live hard, to die hard, and then go to hell after all would be too damn hard.
I told my mother-in-law that my house was her house, and she said, ‘Get the hell off my property.’
I know that my life is going to be hell from here on.
Publicity gets more than a little tiring. You want it, you need it, you crave it, and you’re scared as hell when it stops.
If you’re a Daniel Bryan fan, I’m all for that. The more people Daniel Bryan will bring into arenas, the better. The more people I bring in, the better. But when I’m talkin’, shut the hell up and let me talk.
Kids cannot follow stories. They don’t know what the hell is going on in a cartoon. They like to see funny visual things happening.
I would storm the gates of Hell if Third Marine Air Wing was overhead.
Act like a duck. Be calm on the surface, but paddle like hell underneath.
Don’t get me wrong – I like to look at the ladies as much as the next guy. But what in the hell do they do they have to do with wrestling? Nothing.
I don’t do sports, and my idea of hell is being dragged around ruins/museums/famous buildings, so I guess I’m a beach bum.
I worked with Tyler before on ‘Daddy’s Little Girls’. He couldn’t be smarter or more laid back and cool. He’s always throwing out lines and is funny as hell. And he was shining his light on ‘Peeples’, too, lending his name to showcase Tina as a first-time director, and me as a first-time lead.
My experience in Amsterdam is that cyclists ride where the hell they like and aim in a state of rage at all pedestrians while ringing their bell loudly, the concept of avoiding people being foreign to them.
No real fairytale scared me, but Freddy Krueger did. ‘Nightmare on Elm Street’ scared the living hell out of me, but no fairytale. Maybe ‘Hansel and Gretel’ a little bit when they were walking through the forest and they met the witch. But I liked being scared, I really enjoy being scared.
Every man is his own hell.
Men at most differ as Heaven and Earth, but women, worst and best, as Heaven and Hell.
To hell with circumstances; I create opportunities.
What you see in ‘Daredevil’ and ‘Jessica Jones’ isn’t the Hell’s Kitchen of today; it’s a version of what it was like.
Love seeketh not itself to please, nor for itself hath any care, but for another gives its ease, and builds a Heaven in Hell’s despair.
Writing is such a strange, utterly mysterious process. First, there was nothing; then, suddenly, there was something. I don’t know where thoughts are born. Where the hell does it come from? I don’t know. I really don’t know.
If you leave God and go to the devil, you’re going to go to hell.
Unless it’s done superbly, as in the Japanese film Gate of Hell, color can be a very distracting element.
Following college sports as a kid, I’d be like: Clemson. Where the hell is Clemson? By learning sports rivalries, you learn the regions and the culture of a state.
New York gave me hell for that ‘Purple Swag,’ man. They didn’t respect me until ‘Peso.’
War is hell. You can’t photograph a flying bullet, but you can capture genuine fear.
If the majority of people were right, we’d be living in paradise. But we are not living in paradise, we are living in hell. What does it mean? That means the majority of people are wrong. So I never believed what people told me.
We lived, until I was 12 or so, in communal apartment with five different families and the same kitchen, in two little – my brother and me and my parents. It was hell, but it was a common thing. My father was not general or admiral, but he was colonel. He was teaching in military academy military topography.
The Metropolitan Opera, of course, is the gold standard in opera. The Met experience includes the huge stage, the vast audience, the elaborate sets. Anyone who saw ‘Faust’ there – I did – knows exactly what hell is like, complete with fire, smoke and terror.
I am itching like hell to play America because I know that if I did the show over there, they would love it.
My mom was a Democrat and I was scared to death that she was gonna blow it. First I was going to hell with Monroe, and now to Republican hell with Nixon.
I never get tired of performing to people who want to hear me. Hell, that’s my handshake to the world. I’m doing just what I’ve wanted to do since that day I was 15 and heard Lenny Breau play the guitar.
Why the hell do we make such a big deal out of things that shouldn’t be a big deal?
I sincerely believe I could have wounded up in a lot of trouble if I had not been taught as a boy to fear Hell, and to believe that certain wicked acts could lead me to damnation.
I went to a Steiner School, which is very small and nurturing and creative, so I felt like I was in an environment where I could mature. There was less of the clique-y stuff, which can really make high school a living hell for a lot of people, going on, so I was very similar then to who I am now. I’m still a dork.
There are but two places where all go after death, white and black, rich and poor; those places are Heaven and Hell. Heaven is a place made for those, who are born again, and who love God, and it is a place where they will be happy for ever.
If the human race wants to go to hell in a basket, technology can help it get there by jet.
If I can’t do something for the public good, what the hell am I doing?
Black as the devil, hot as hell, pure as an angel, sweet as love.
Hell is other people.
The last time I saw Dad alive, he was in the hospital. He was watching ‘Hell Drivers,’ a crummy B-movie about truckers, on TV and reading the ‘Daily Record.’ This seems scarcely believable, but I actually said, ‘Dad, you’ve not got long to go – don’t you think you should be imbibing the culture a bit more?’
