Steve Martin Quotes

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.

"Femme Fatale: Haven't I seen you somewhere before?
Rigby Reardon: Maybe. I've been somewhere before.
~ "Dead Men Don't Wear Plaid

Bohemians.

These Bohemians, Mr. and Mrs. Clarence Williams, and their seven children, Biff, Tina, Sparky, Louise, Tuffy, Mickey, and Biff Number Two, lived in a notorious artist's colony and planned community.

Naturally, the bohemian's existence thrived on creativity. Early in the morning, Mrs. Williams would rise and create breakfast. Then, Mr. Williams, inspired by his wife's limitless energy, would rush off to a special room and create tiny hairs in a sink. The children would create things, too. But being temperamental artists, they would often flush them away without a second thought.

But the bohemians' creativity didn't stop there. Mr. Williams would then rush off downtown and create reams and reams of papers with numbers on them and send them out to other Bohemians who would create special checks to send to him with figures like $7.27written on them.

At home, the children would be creating unusual music, using only their voices to combine in avant-garde, atonal melodies.

Yes, these were the bohemians. A seething hot-bed of rebellion-the artists, the creators of all things that lie between good and bad.

DID STAND-UP COMEDY for eighteen years. Ten of those years were spent learning, four years were spent refining, and four were spent in wild success.

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

He had no college dreams and hence no proximity to the challenge of new faces and ideas.

Don't have sex man. It leads to kissing and pretty soon you have to start talking to them.

Steve Martin

Everything was dragging me toward the arts; even the study of modern philosophy suggested that philosophy was nonsense.

"Clarissa habla conmigo durante exactamente cuarenta y cinco minutos, pero no es psiquiatra cualificada; es estudiante de psiquiatría. De modo que oficialmente es una visitante que tiene los ojos verdes..."

"Si estaba en una misión de recopilación de datos o coqueteaba conmigo, no habría sabido decirlo. Pero que supiera qué fármacos corrían por mis privadas venas era algo profundamente íntimo."

"Hay una tradición solemne en torno a lo clandestino..."

"Ya no pude permitirme crear un código cuando sabía en todo momento que su último fin era ser decodificado."

"Toda ella era una colección de colores pastel, y su piel, con el brillo rosa que irradiaba, contrastaba con la arena blanca y el azul turquesa de su blusa. A partir de su imagen y de los recuerdos que tenía de ella me hice una idea clara de su cualidad más conmovedora: su negativa a estar triste."

"No sabía si los gestos de Clarissa hacía mí eran platónicos, aristotélicos, hegelianos o eróticos. De modo que me quedé allí, unido a ella por tres puntos: su mano en mi nuca, mi mano en su espalda y su pelo acariciándome el costado. Miré el cielo y me pregunté cómo podía estar enamorado de alguien cuyo nombre no era un anágrama..."

Fragmentos de El Placer de mi Compañía,
escrito por Steve Martin

If there were a silent observer, Mirabelle would be seen as a carefree, happy girl who is preparing for a night on the town. But in reality, these activities are the physical manifestations of her stillness.

She has simply never quite learned to walk or hold herself comfortably, which makes her come off as an attractive wallflower.

When you work in the glove department at Neiman's, you are selling things that nobody buys anymore.

In psychoanalysis, you try to retain a discovery; in art, once the thing is made, you let it go.

This does not mean you are “losing it” or are “not playing with a full deck” or are “not all there” or that you’re “eating with the dirigibles” or “shellacking the waxed egg” or “looking inside your own mind and finding nothing there,” or any of the other demeaning epithets that are said about people who are peeling an empty banana.

My plan was to walk by on my side of the street and not look over her way. This, I felt, was a very clever masculine move: to meet and ultimately seduce through no contact at all. She would be made aware of me as a mysterious figure, someone with no need of her whatsoever. This is compelling to a woman.