#character

I like them all - I don't always approve. I see myself as a sort of benevolent uncle to these characters, and I can see why they do what they do; sometimes they make some mistakes, but at heart I think they're decent. ↗

— Patrick Marber

#approve #benevolent #characters #decent #heart

I wouldn't say I've changed my mind. I changed some of my natural habits, some of my natural character. ↗

— Kurt Masur

#character #habits #i #mind #natural

Playing Marcia was a double-edged sword; it always will be whenever you play a character like that. You will be known as that character forever. ↗

— Maureen McCormick

#character #double-edged #double-edged sword #forever #known

It's a dead give away of an inexperienced writer if every character speaks with the same voice. ↗

— Colleen McCullough

#character #dead #every #give #inexperienced

To start your life as a character of 120 years when you are in your late thirties, and then go back in time about 20 years later to play the same character who is your own age then, its very complicated, but very interesting. ↗

— Ian McDiarmid

#age #back #character #complicated #go

For me it's even more interesting, because my character comes out of the shadow. It's a chance to really act emotionally, because the situation is an extreme one. ↗

— Ian McDiarmid

#because #chance #character #comes #emotionally

I'm a character actress, plain and simple... Who can worry about a career? Have a life. Movie stars have careers - actors work, and then they don't work, and then they work again. ↗

— Frances McDormand

#actress #again #career #careers #character

One thing I hate in movies is when the camera starts circling around the characters. I find that totally fake. ↗

— Takeshi Kitano

#camera #characters #circling #fake #find

For me, each nuance of a color is in some way an individual, a being who is not only from the same race as the base color, but who definitely possesses a distinct character and personal soul. ↗

— Yves Klein

#being #character #color #definitely #distinct

Her flesh was powdery and voluptuously weary, as if tenderized by all the different beds and arms in which she had lain. Her face was as soft as the pulpy flash of an overripe banana, her breasts like two tiny bunches of grapes. She exuded a certain seedy charm, a poetry of premature corruption and decay. She breathed the air as if it burned her palate, baking her small, hot, whorish mouth. It was as if she were sucking a sweet or slurping champagne. ↗

— Dezső Kosztolányi

#character #description #age