Arthur M. Jolly
American screenwriter and playwright.
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Every battle, every war - is fought for things worth dying for.
I adore [my son]. I wouldn't trade him in for a Pulitzer - unless someone actually offered that as an option.
Just because you’re living in blissful oblivion doesn’t mean you’re not responsible.
If it was easy, everyone would do it rather than going around telling you their ideas and saying how they could be a writer if they had the time.
Writing is nothing less than thought transference, the ability to send one's ideas out into the world, beyond time and distance, taken at the value of the words, unbound from the speaker.
You know they're all gay, right? ... Male strippers. Fruity as cake. Queer as a cardinal.
The only thing that matters is what you do now, here.
Go outside to watch the pigs flapping from tree to tree.
Get me a drink, or I'll tell you I love you. I'll wake you up in an hour or two, crooning, all sloppy and maudlin, tell you I love you really. You'd like that, right? Hearing Momma tell you she loves you? Isn't that what you want, deep inside?
Don't cook that chicken - it still has feathers.
People who are intolerant, categorize and over-react... should all be dragged against a wall and shot.
The answer is what the answer always is, that we are animals, that at the end we turn on each other, tearing each other apart. To survive. Throw Lubov to the men in the guard shack like a scrap of meat to a pack of wolves... why not, it is for survival. Fight, kill each other, over the warmth of the stove? Of course - it is survival. I refuse to survive. But I will live.
Spending the day with you has been marginally better than watching mother die of cancer.
A little is fine, but the minute you start believing that you’ve picked the only right one out of the 4,200 or so on offer, you need to get a grip on yourself. Once you start thinking that it’s okay to hate someone that chose one of the 4,199 others... snap out of it.
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