If you’re a black Christian, you have a real short memory.
You want to track Hollywood careers, look in the real estate section. You see a guy buy a house that costs $6 million, and you can literally start counting the days until he starts doing crappy movies.
The best part is just having a partner. There is no real worst part. I’m not going to say there’s a worst part. I mean I’m a comedian – comedians like to work alone. So maybe I’m not the ideal guy to be married to, in that sense.
Emotional affairs, those are the only real affairs; those are the real ones.
I’ll go back to comedy clubs when they get a real no-camera policy, the same way they did with smoking.
It’s my real name. My mother’s name is Rose Rock. It was the worst name as a kid to have. They called me Piece of the Rock, Plymouth Rock, Joe Rockid, and Flintstones. Now they call me Mister Rock.
The real middle class India that has always been looking for a voice that is its very own. I write about it because I belong to it.
It is time to face the real world, even if it is harder and painful. I’d rather fly and crash, than just snuggle and sleep.
I have found that – just as in real life – imagination sometimes has to stand in for experience.
When I was in college, I was debating to try my hand at show business, or to become a professor. I just thought of the risk of not going into show business and always wondering if I would’ve had a chance. Because that’s where my real heart was.
I’m a bitter, sad, sour young man who makes a career out of hastling people with real careers.
The real joy is in constructing a sentence. But I see myself as an actor first because writing is what you do when you are ready and acting is what you do when someone else is ready.
There’s a lot of thought in art. People get to talk about important things. There’s a lot of sex, you know, in art. There’s a lot of naked women and men, and there’s intrigue, there’s fakery. It’s a real microcosm of the larger world.
Intelligence has got the upper hand to such an extent that it transforms the real task into an unreal trick and reality into a play.
One of the things that makes Wittgenstein a real artist to me is that he realized that no conclusion could be more horrible than solipsism.
At root, vulgar just means popular on a mass scale. It is the semantic opposite of pretentious or snobby. It is humility with a comb-over. It is Nielsen ratings and Barnum’s axiom and the real bottom line. It is big, big business.
Some words have to be explicitly uttered, Lenore. Only by actually uttering certain words does one really DO what one SAYS. ‘Love’ is one of those words, performative words. Some words can literally make things real.
TV’s “real” agenda is to be “liked,” because if you like what you’re seeing, you’ll stay tuned. TV is completely unabashed about this; it’s its sole raison.
Hal Incandenza has an almost obsessive dislike for deLint, whom he tells Mario he sometimes cannot quite believe is even real, and tries to get to the side of, to see whether deLint has a true z coordinate or is just a cutout or projection.
The desire for perfect release and the real-world impossibility of perfect, whenever-you-want-it release had together produced a tension they could no longer stand.