It’s the TWENTIETH ANNIVERSARY of one of my favorites, Tommy Boy. With that in mind, please enjoy the gif and memorable quotes below.
Gas Station Employee: I’m starting to picking up your sarcasm.
Richard Hayden: Well, I should hope so, because I’m laying it on pretty thick.
Tommy: Does this suit make me look fat?
Richard Hayden: No, your face does.
Tommy: Did you hear I finally graduated?
Richard Hayden: Yeah, and just a shade under a decade too. All right.
Tommy: You know a lot of people go to college for seven years.
Richard Hayden: I know, they’re called doctors.
“‘My spiritual position is the outfield,’ I explained. True, I might be a good target for shortstops to throw at, but I’m most myself ranging in the outfield after fly balls. I no longer have great speed, but I still possess a long, graceful stride. I feel like an outfielder. ‘Left field is my Zen position,’ I continued. ‘You can damage an outfielder by making him play first. No man should be forced to play out of spiritual position.'”
–Richard Russo, Straight Man
“Literature, painting, music–the most basic lesson that all art teaches us is to stop, look, and listen to life on this planet, including our own lives, as a vastly richer, deeper, more mysterious business than most of the time it ever occurs to us to suspect as we bumble along from day to day on automatic pilot.”
Upon the snow that says nothing,
that is endlessly brilliant,
there is something
heaped, dark and motionless.
Then come the many wings, strong and bold.
“Death has happened,” shout the carrion crows.
“And this is good for us.”
–Mary Oliver, Landscape in Winter
“‘Do I really want to change the way I am?’ she asked herself. ‘Or should I just be myself, which is a traditionally built lady who likes bush tea and who likes to sit on her veranda and think.'”
–Alexander McCall Smith, Blue Shoes and Happiness
“Nobody deserves anything, good or bad. It’s all grace. If you accepted that you might be able to relax a little.”
–Marilynne Robinson, Home
“I feel that life is divided into the horrible and the miserable. That’s the two categories. The horrible are like, I don’t know, terminal cases, you know, and blind people, crippled. I don’t know how they get through life. It’s amazing to me. And the miserable is everyone else. So you should be thankful that you’re miserable, because that’s very lucky, to be miserable.”
–Woody Allen, Annie Hall
I am fairly certain I’ve used this on my blog before (at least once) but I caught the second half of Annie Hall on TCM this weekend and boy was it good. It made me laugh a lot. And this bit just seems so apropro for this week. For some reason, everything has been extra miserable and I’m extra whiny. The temperature in my apartment swings from IS THERE EVEN HEAT ON to OH MY GOD I’M COOKING ALIVE daily. I never know what I’m going to get. Keeping my 6-inch window open when it is 30 degrees outside just seems so…New York.
“To assign unanswered letters their proper weight, to free us from the expectations of others, to give us back to ourselves–there lies the great, the singular power of self-respect. Without it, one eventually discovers the final turn of the screw: one runs away to find oneself, and finds no one at home.”
–Joan Didion, On Self-Respect
**Because Joan is so trendy right now. And of course.
“The impulse to write things down is a peculiarly compulsive one, inexplicable to those who do not share it, useful only accidentally, only secondarily, in the way that any compulsion tries to justify itself.”
“It’s strange how you never quite get used to the world at night. I have seen moonlight strong enough to cast shadows any number of times. And the wind is the same wind, rustling the same leaves, night or day. When I was a young boy I used to get up before every dawn of the world to fetch water and firewood. It was a very different life then. I remember walking out into the dark and feeling as if the dark were a great, cool sea and the houses and the sheds and the woods were adrift in it, just about to ease off their moorings. I always felt like an intruder then, and I still do, as if the darkness has a claim on everything, one that I violated just by stepping out my door.”
–Marilynne Robinson, Gilead