“sticks and stones can only break bones; but words can shatter the soul”

I think LEGOs are one of the best toys ever developed.

Whether it’s in a phrase like “going over like a lead balloon” or “a needle in a haystack,” or tackling movie myths or even a genre, like MacGyver or James Bond

Back when I was a professional model-maker at Industrial Light & Magic, my specialty was hard-edged construction – spaceships, miniature sets, and architectural stuff.

In the spirit of science, there really is no such thing as a ‘failed experiment.’ Any test that yields valid data is a valid test.

There is no dignity in television.

There is so much history in New York State, from the Erie Canal to the Catskills, the birth of American stand-up comedy.

It’s about mindset of looking at the world in a playful and curious and creative way.

Giving me strength to shoot for more than I think I’m capable of.

Remember kids, I have life insurance.

I mean it’s ridiculous. People just walk up and grab you and hold you, because they love Chewbacca so much.

The idea of a portable kit that has everything you might need ignites something inside me. It’s like Batman’s utility belt.

It’s a group of prop crazies just like me called the Replica Props Forum, and it’s people who trade, make and travel in information about movie props.

This is called being a human and it happens to everyone.

That’s our people. That’s the way we like to think.

Let’s blow some stuff up.

Let’s get on our knees and pray. I don’t know to whom. Is there a patron saint of ballistics gel?

Like all magic cultures expressed by appropriate hieroglyphs, the true theater has its shadows too, and, of all languages and all arts, the theater is the only one left whose shadows have shattered their limitations.

Do broken pianos play broken songs? Do they have busted melodies for busted hearts? Is there a song living inside it that’s waiting to get out? Her keys are shattered and her notes long since silent but I can still hear her song. Just listen, just listen.

When your world has shattered, ain’t nothing else matters. It ain’t over, it’s only love and that’s all.

Work is a rubber ball. If you drop it, it will bounce back. The other four balls – family, health, friends, integrity – are made of glass. If you drop one of these, it will be irrevocably scuffed, nicked, perhaps even shattered.

Anything cracked will shatter at a touch.

I used to think my heart was made of glass the way it was so easy for you to shatter it.

How is it that we mourn the shattered pieces of the love we willingly broke?

The eye, like a shattered mirror, multiplies the images of sorrow.