What the hell kind of man decides to dress up as a bat and run around the city? There's got to be something a little bit loose in there.
Live action writers will give you a structure, but who the hell is talking about structure? Animation is closer to jazz than some kind of classical stage structure.
Envy's a coal comes hissing hot from Hell.
Because I was small, I was getting the hell kicked out of me playing football.
One cannot walk through an assembly factory and not feel that one is in Hell.
Getting to places like Bangkok or Singapore was a hell of a sweat. But when you got there it was the back of beyond. It was just a series of small tin sheds.
I don't believe in an afterlife, so I don't have to spend my whole life fearing hell, or fearing heaven even more. For whatever the tortures of hell, I think the boredom of heaven would be even worse.
I'm not playing a role. I'm being myself, whatever the hell that is.
Hell is of this world and there are men who are unhappy escapees from hell, escapees destined ETERNALLY to reenact their escape.
No one has ever written, painted, sculpted, modeled, built, or invented except literally to get out of hell.
If children have the ability to ignore all odds and percentages, then maybe we can all learn from them. When you think about it, what other choice is there but to hope? We have two options, medically and emotionally: give up, or Fight Like Hell.
What annoys the hell out of me is the arrogance of some people. They don't even listen to our music, they decided in advance that they don't like it.
Just knock hell out of it with your right hand.
But if you cover the World Series on the news or do a feature on an Ali boxing match then all of a sudden ears go up all over the place and people say what the hell are you doing. The reason for that is that we're doing something that people are really interested in.
I'd heard he was good, and what the hell sense does it make not to hire somebody because of their color?