It was a perfect marriage. She didn't want to and he couldn't.
If a man is truly in love the most beautiful woman in the world couldn't take him away. Maybe for a few days but not forever.
I might get drunk one day and fall in love or fall over a hooker outside and I would have consummated a relationship that I couldn't necessarily believe in.
In regards to The Haunting people compared it to the old movie which is unfair. We didn't have the rights to the movie. I couldn't duplicate a single thing because that would have been legal infringement.
You need to find somebody who will speak the same language. We understand that we couldn't have any kind of discussion without permission without a legal framework behind it.
Growing up my sisters and I would always talk stories. One of my frustrations was I didn't know anything about cameras. I didn't know how to make a film and I obviously didn't have a special effects budget. I was a kid. So I was learning to draw to get down the stuff that was in my head that I couldn't afford to actually do.
I did learn Chinese kung-fu in a school for a short time but I couldn't afford to pay for long-term learning.
What makes this story so remarkable is that throughout my early childhood I had ongoing learning difficulties particularly in mathematics. I struggled to learn the multiplication table and no matter how hard I tried I simply couldn't remember 6 times 7 or 7 times 8.
I had learning disabilities and I couldn't express myself in the written word.
I have never met a man so ignorant that I couldn't learn something from him.
On the one hand the guns were there to help capture the imagination of the people. But more important since we knew that you couldn't observe the police without guns we took our guns with us to let the police know that we have an equalizer.
My parents thought it was nice to develop my imagination but they never seriously thought that anything would ever come of it. They said that I couldn't be an actress because I would be taller than all my leading men so I thought I would be a writer instead.
I failed to fulfill what should have been an interesting role. I couldn't take their formula and bring what I had my humor my ideas and make it my own.
I know the world is filled with troubles and many injustices. But reality is as beautiful as it is ugly. I think it is just as important to sing about beautiful mornings as it is to talk about slums. I just couldn't write anything without hope in it.
I support workplace clean air. But a federal ban on smoking would mean that you couldn't smoke in your own home. I don't care what people do in their home.
I spend plenty of time in London and it doesn't scare me but it's a lonely place even if you've got friends there. My job takes me all around the world meeting lots of interesting people. But I think if I couldn't get home if I couldn't get back to what I consider my real life I'd be frightened.
About 15 years ago I went though a period of a year or so when I just couldn't find anything good. My wife noticed I was having trouble reading menus. I bought some cheap reading glasses in a drug store. I got home and suddenly all these books that weren't good were good.
When I am made fun of in the press I just remember those days when I'd come home to find that the water had been turned off because my mother couldn't afford the bill. Suddenly everything feels easier.
Ancient recipients of instant news probably couldn't do very much about it for instance. Xerxes would still need three months to get his army together and he might not get home for years.
I couldn't care less about fashion. If I had taken any clothes home they would have remained in my closet for the rest of their existence.
Students never think it can be the teacher's fault and so I thought I was stupid. I was frustrated and would come home and cry because I couldn't do it. Then we got a new teacher who made math accessible. That made all the difference and I learned that it's how you present it that makes it scary or friendly.
Reading isn't good for a ballplayer. Not good for his eyes. If my eyes went bad even a little bit I couldn't hit home runs. So I gave up reading.
My father probably thought the capital of the world was wherever he was at the time. It couldn't possibly be anyplace else. Where he and his wife were in their own home that for them was the capital of the world.
History is one of those marvelous and necessary illusions we have to deal with. It's one of the ways of dealing with our world with impossible generalities which we couldn't live without.
We have such a long familiar history with Peter Falk. The minute his mug is on that screen people smile.