Exhilarating. Radical Grace moved me to tears with its portrayal of good people putting their beliefs into action in ways that transcend all ideological boundaries.
It is more erotic to wonder if you’re about to be kissed than it is to be kissed.
Going to a movie so you won’t be offended is like eating potato chips made with Olestra; you avoid the dangers of the real thing, but your insides fill up with synthetic runny stuff.
It is comforting to think that we can love so powerfully that fate itself wheels and turns at the command of our souls.
Praise without merit is more harmful than unearned criticism.
All good art is about something deeper than it admits.
Steven Spielberg makes Minority Report with the newest digital technology; other directors seem to be trying to make their movies from it.
In the world of bad movies, ‘Death to Smoochy’ is a towering achievement.
Show me a sexual practice that involves ice cubes and hot sauce, and I will show you a sexual practice that would be improved without them.
I value the kind of prayer when you stand at the edge of the sea, or beneath a tree, or smell a flower, or love someone, or do a good thing. Those prayers validate existence and snatch it away from meaningless routine.
Beguiled by George S. Bush’s easy smile and casual indifference to the details, we are on the brink of electing him to office. This isn’t choosing a president, it’s casting the lead in a sitcom about the presidency.
Friends don’t let Jackasses drink and drive.
Low self esteem involves imagining the worst that other people can think about you.
Now I see that all relationships are virtual, even those that take place in person. Whether we use our bodies or a keyboard, it all comes down to two minds crying out from their solitude.
And yet, even so, there is a way to find happiness. That is to be curious about all of the interlocking events that add up to our lives. To notice connections. To be amused or perhaps frightened by the ways things work out. If the universe is indifferent, what a consolation that we are not.
Of all the arts, movies are the most powerful aid to empathy, and good ones make us into better people.
Class is often invisible in America in the movies, and usually not the subject of the film.
My lifetime’s memories are what I have brought home from the trip. I will require them for eternity no more than that little souvenir of the Eiffel Tower I brought home from Paris.
I begin to feel like I was in the last generation of Americans who took a civics class.
Oh, here comes Mel Blanc, the voice of Bugs Bunny and Jimmy Smits!