Steve Martin Quotes

In the deeper hours of the night I began to look at myself, to consider myself and my condition, to measure the life I'd led so far. I did not know what made me this way. I did not know of any other way I could be. I did not know what was inside me or how I could redeem what was hidden there. There must be a key or person or thing, or song or poem or belief, or old saw that could access it, but they all seemed so far away, and after I drifted further and further into self-absorption, I closed the evening with this desolate thought: there are few takers for the quiet heart.

Did not go well at mall. Passerby said, “how’s the screenplay goin’, Steve?” Worried about tomorrow’s performance on CSI… and Emmy.

The conversation at dinner hadn't been successful either; it bore the marks of an old married couple who had very little left to say to each other.

... because here I was having a life, even though it was a pastiche of elements of the life of someone else.

I believe that sex is one of the most beautiful, natural, wholesome things that money can buy.

How many people have never raised their hand before?

Be so good they can’t ignore you.

...it is not the big events that hurt the most but rather the smallest questionable shift in tone at the end of a spoken word that can plow most deeply into the heart.

She has learned that her body is precious and it mustn’t be offered carelessly ever again, as it holds a direct connection to her heart.

And after his unparsable response, including a passage where he said he was 'blurring the boundaries between a thing and thought,' she said, 'Thank you, I get lost sometimes,' while laying two fingers on his folded arm.

Yeah, well, we're all writers, aren't we? He's a writer that hasn't been published, and I'm a writer who hasn't written anything.

I guess I wouldn't believe in anything anymore if it weren't for my lucky astrology mood watch.

Always...no wait...never.....

For a while, Mirabelle believes there will be a moment when he will cave in and let himself love her, but eventually she lets the idea go. She hits bottom. She dwells in the muck for several months, not depressed exactly, but involved in a mourning that at first she thinks is for Ray but soon realizes is for the loss of her old self.

The dawn breaks everything, including the mood from the night before.