One is always considered mad when one perfects something that others cannot grasp.

Home? I have no home. Hunted, despised, living like an animal. The jungle is my home. But I will show the world that I can be its master. I will perfect my own race of people, a race of atomic supermen, which will conquer the world.

We are going to finish this picture just the way I want it... because you cannot compromise an artist's vision.

This story's gonna grab people. It's about this guy, he's crazy about this girl, but he likes to wear dresses. Should he tell her? Should he not tell her? He's torn, Georgie. This is drama.

One is always considered mad when one perfects something that others cannot grasp.

In the afterlife you don't have to worry about looking for work.

My girlfriend still doesn't know why her sweaters are always stretched out.