#villa

The American cinema in general always made stories about working-class people; the British rarely did. Any person with my working-class background would be a villain or a comic cipher, usually badly played, and with a rotten accent. There weren't a lot of guys in England for me to look up to. ↗

— Michael Caine

#accent #always #american #american cinema #any

I'm such an admirer, I am an admirer of villains, especially working with so many great ones. ↗

— Tom Felton

#am #especially #great #great ones #i

China is going to be one of Avon's largest market opportunities. It has a large geographic expanse, with hundreds of thousands of women in small villages really striving to make an earnings opportunity for themselves. ↗

— Andrea Jung

#china #earnings #expanse #geographic #going

I'm incredibly grateful to be playing the villain in a world which, if I really thought to hard about what I was doing, I would get very nervous about the size and the magnitude of the importance and responsibility of being a villain in the world of 'Batman.' ↗

— Tom Hardy

#batman #being #doing #get #grateful

I first heard African drum rhythms and chants at the movies. Then, when I had the opportunity to go to Africa and visit the villages, I heard the real, raw, true rhythms and realised the origins of the old Negro spirituals I grew up with in the South. ↗

— Isaac Hayes

#african #drum #first #go #grew

The war on terror is the most insane and immoral war of all time. The Americans are doing what they did in Vietnam, bombing villages. But how can a civilised nation do this? How can you can eliminate suspects, their wives, their children, their families, their neighbours? How can you justify this? ↗

— Imran Khan

#children #civilised #did #doing #eliminate

All the guys called the Olympic Village a high-class Boy Scout camp. ↗

— Johnny Weissmuller

#boy scout #called #camp #guys #high-class

People wanted me to be like the Madonna, the white nun, you know, and that's not me. But I'm no villain. ↗

— Mary Beth Whitehead

#know #like #madonna #me #nun

It was so much fun being in the Olympic Village and meeting all the athletes. ↗

— Jordyn Wieber

#being #fun #meeting #much #olympic

… the countryside and the village are symbols of stability and security, of order. Yet they are also, as I have noted, liminal spaces, at a very narrow remove from the atavistic Wild. Arcadia is not the realm even of Giorgione and of Claude, with its cracked pillars and thunderbolts, its lurking banditti; still less is it Poussin’s sun-dappled and regularised realm of order, where, although the lamb may be destined for the altar and the spit, all things proceed with charm and gravity and studied gesture; least of all is it the degenerate and prettified Arcady of Fragonard and Watteau, filled with simpering courtier-Corydons, pallid Olympians, and fat-arsed putti. (It is only family piety that prevents me from taking a poker to an inherited coffee service in gilt porcelain with bastardised, deutero-Fragonard scenes painted on the sides of every damned thing. Cue Wallace Greenslade: ‘… “Round the Horne”, with Marie Antoinette as the dairymaid and Kenneth Williams as the manager of the camp-site….’) No: Arcadia is the very margin of the liminal space between the safe tilth and the threatening Wild, in which Pan lurks, shaggy and goatish, and Death proclaims, from ambush, et in Arcadia ego. Arcadia is not the Wide World nor the Riverbank, but the Wild Wood. And in that wood are worse than stoats and weasels, and the true Pan is no Francis of Assisi figure, sheltering infant otters. The Wild that borders and penetrates Arcady is red in tooth and claw. ↗

— G.M.W. Wemyss

#pastoral #village-life #wilderness #wildness #death