My work is like digging, it’s archaeological research among the arid materials of our times. That’s how I understand my first films, and that’s what I’m still doing...
My mind goes to tragedy first.
First, I say that he draws near to those who make peace with him. For God is the One who brings about peace; and where else should peace dwell than in peace?
The soul, which is the first principle of life, is not a body, but the act of a body; just as heat, which is the principle of calefaction, is not a body, but an act of a body.
There must be a first mover existing above all – and this we call God.
The existence of a prime mover- nothing can move itself; there must be a first mover. The first mover is called God.
We did like 12 shows, then we did the entire Ozzfest with the first half completely booked; then we did the second half with a couple days off here and there.
I was in my thirteenth year when I heard a voice from God to help me govern my conduct. And the first time I was very much afraid.
Birth is life’s first lottery ticket.
I wrote a million words in the first year, and I could never have done that outside of prison.
How many theorems in geometry which have seemed at first impracticable are in time successfully worked out!
No punishment has ever possessed enough power of deterrence to prevent the commission of crimes. On the contrary, whatever the punishment, once a specific crime has appeared for the first time, its reappearance is more likely than its initial emergence could ever have been.
But no one should have the right to manipulate my films in the first place.
But suppose we are nothing more than the sum of our first, naive, random behaviors. What then?
First listen, my friend, and then you may shriek and bluster.
There are very few humorists who have written first-rate humor after they’ve become elderly.
Punk is dead to anyone who didn’t get it in the first place.
The first person to promulgate the Golden Rule, which was the bedrock of this empathic spirituality, was Confucius 500 years before Christ.
First you buy me a mocha. Then you let me help you hide a body. Now you take me to a biker clubhouse. Best. Day. Ever.
At first it was just a misdemeanor, but then you lost the “mis-de” and you just got meaner and meaner...