Zitat des Tages über Hitch:
You should hear what my parents wanted to call me. It was between Brown Rice, Neon Hitch and Z. Ziggurat Zanzibar Zandorf. I'm not joking. Imagine fitting that on my passport!
Hitch was interested in what I had to offer, like one of my background ideas for Norman's upbringing.
It's only a hitch when you're in a slump. When you're hitting the ball its called rhythm.
We were the best team in the world: European champions in 1984, we qualified without a hitch and 86 was to be the swan song for a very experienced side.
I always told Hitch that it would have been better to put seats around the set and sell tickets.
There's a great power in words, if you don't hitch too many of them together.
My favourite movie right now is probably 'Hitch', a Will Smith thing.
My daddy used to say that I was too big to ride and too little to hitch a wagon - no good for a damn thing.
What emotions would we experience if we weren't working ourselves to death? What wishes drive us? What fantasies hitch themselves to our continual busyness? Only when we step away from our frenzy can we know.
People who look down never get much of an idea of the sky where the stars are set. And the fellow who doesn't hitch at least one or two of his wagons to a star never gets very high up. Get your eyes off the ground. Look ahead.
Hitch your wagon to a star.
Strange, is it not, my brothers, how often in America those great watchwords of human energy - 'Be strong!' 'Know thyself!' 'Hitch your wagon to a star!' - how often these die away into dim whispers when we face these seething millions of black men? And yet do they not belong to them? Are they not their heritage as well as yours?
Hitch suggested a name actress to play Marion because the bigger the star the more unbelievable it would be that we would kill her.
I didn't know it at the time, but Hitch didn't want to talk to me - he hated meeting with people he might have to reject. As it turned out, someone, maybe his agent, insisted that he interview me.
I read little nonfiction, but I have no boundaries about the fiction I relish. The only unfailing criterion is that I can hitch my heart to the imagined world and read on.