#town

I grew up half the time in a small town called Mart, Texas, and half the time in L.A., because I was acting. My high school was crazy about football. ↗

— Jesse Plemons

#acting #because #called #crazy #football

I don't really care where I work, actually, because you know making a movie is like living in movie world. There's such a secluded world, and the director is the king ruling the country, and everybody's building this little town to speak in symbolism. ↗

— Franka Potente

#because #building #care #country #director

When I was a kid and the carnival would come to the shopping centre, I'd go down and talk to all the people running the rides. I like that whole lifestyle, moving from town to town in a nomadic existence. ↗

— Randy Quaid

#centre #come #down #existence #go

Anyone who'd sell out a whole town wouldn't hesitate to double-cross one man. ↗

— Arnold Rothstein

#hesitate #man #out #sell #town

But, look, Washington is a town that creates myths for its own existence and its own amusement, and I was a subject of myth, sort of like Grendel in Beowulf - you know, not seen very often but often talked about. ↗

— Karl Rove

#amusement #creates #existence #i #know

I know that's blasphemous when you are from Detroit, but I was never a fan of Motown stuff. I don't care for the production much. ↗

— Jack White

#detroit #fan #i #know #motown

She wanted us to feel we were above everyone in the town. She really did tell us that we were related to Chief Justice John Marshall, and that may have been true. I never did bother to find out. ↗

— Fay Wray

#been #bother #chief #chief justice #did

I was down in Washington when 9/11 happened. We were in the middle of putting together the next summer season, and all I could think of was something somehow must make sense to us. Our Town kept coming into my mind. ↗

— Joanne Woodward

#could #down #happened #i #into

My dad was the town drunk. Most of the time that's not so bad; but New York City? ↗

— Henny Youngman

#city #dad #drunk #most #new

It was becoming more and more evident that Salem was a town that celebrated individuality, a real live-and-let-live kind of place. Melody felt a gut punch of regret. Her old nose would have fit in here. "Look!" She pointed at the multicolored car whizzing by. Its black door were from a Mercedes coupe, the white hood from a BMW; the silver trunk was Jaguar, the red convertible top was Lexus, the whitewall tires were Bentley, the sound system was Bose, and the music was classical. A hood ornament from each model dangled from the rear view mirror. Its license plate appropriately read MUTT. "That car looks like a moving Benton ad." "Or a pileup on Rodeo drive." Candace snapped a picture with her iPhone and e-mailed to her friends back home. They responded instantly with a shot of what they were doing. It must have involved the mall because Candace picked up her pace and began asking anyone under the age of fifty where the cool people hung out. ↗

— Lisi Harrison

#differences #individual #new-town #plastic-surgery #regrets