Born: January 13, 1970 in Chicago, Illinois, USA
[re her highly diverse, minority casting] I think it’s sad, and weird, and strange that it’s still a thing. It’s 2013. Somebody else needs to get their act together. And, oh, by the way, it works. Ratings-wise, it works. When people who aren’t of color create a show and they have one character of color on their show, that character spends all their time talking about the world as ‘I’m a black man blah, blah, blah’. That’s not how the world works. I’m a black woman every day, and I’m not confused about that. I’m not worried about that. I don’t need to have a discussion with you about how I feel as a black woman, because I don’t feel disempowered as a black woman.
[on her role as a working mother] If I am succeeding at one, I am inevitably failing at the other. That is the trade-off. That is the Faustian bargain with being a powerful working woman who is also a powerful mother. You never feel one hundred percent okay. You never get your sea-legs. You are always a little nauseous.
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Jack Palance (1919–2006)
Born: February 18, 1919 in Lattimer Mines, Pennsylvania, USA
Died: November 10, 2006 (age 87) in Montecito, California, USA
Married to: Elaine Rochelle Rogers (6 May 1987 – 10 November 2006) (his death)
Virginia Baker (21 April 1949 – 5 June 1968) (divorced) (3 children)
[In 1994] I used to be 6′ 4″. Now that I’m old, I slouch. So I’m 6′ 3″.
Most of the stuff I do is garbage.
I go to see maybe seven films a year at the most, and since I only go to see the best, it follows that I very rarely see my own.
[on filming Without Warning (1980)] I don’t particularly care for the so-called Method style of acting, but I was madder than hell at that alien.
dir. Christopher Cain
dir. George Stevens
dir. Tim Burton
Genres: Love, Loss, Happiness, Pain, Heartbreak, and Dealing with Life
by Brittny Pesek
Rapping on the window
Whispers your sweet name
Written by the pollen,
Erased by the rain.
Etched in stone is another
Much harder to take from time,
No hurricane could wash it away
And only can stone unbind.
As thunder pounds,
Quakes shake the foundations
Of what is history
And what is just created.
Come pollens of Spring,
Come rains of Summer,
Come stone bashing stone
To send all asunder.
For the time is coming
When all will be shattered.
Bonds broken and battered.
Mother Nature writes each sweet name
Unbeknownst to them it’s all a cheap game.
For she takes what she wants to make herself happy.
Sending the rain, beating the rock,
Crying in pain as each she destroys.
Because happiness is perspective, and perspective we create
Through an eternity of choices to build and then break.
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Genres: Life, Rhyme, Happiness, Peace, Inspirational
by Christopher Fortner
A closed mind fully opens up
Im not counting steps
Ill never turn back for a glimpse
The blinding fluorescent snow makes sure of it
It illuminates like blue & red
A nuisance in my mirror, distancing myself to seek enriched freedom
Where a breeze so subtle & gentle
Is Whispering to only my conscience
Catering my happiness
As if It was the clouds sifting through my toes & not the mocha colored sand
Keeping me wedged between the Atlantics easy going memoir
Stories of the infinite in which she glides to shore
Alleviating any & all implications of doubt
Doubt, which you can create
& so My sun screams not for attention
Simply rays bending backwards lending hands of guidance
To ensure all is gained for a fresh outlook
An outlook as open as the blue sea
Never closing again, oh the convenience of looseleaf.