Ann Bancroft Quotes

My heart flutters whenever I hear his key Turning int he door, and I think to myself, Oh goody, the party is about to begin.

No, No and No. I'm not desperate unlike what you think. I'm not like the madding crowd. I'm a different breed of woman. The sort of woman who's unstoppable once she's set her mind onto something. I march to the beat of my own drum like a free-spirit and I know exactly what I want out of life. So get it out of your head honey.

Ananda, an attendant of the Buddha, passed by a well near a village. A young low-caste woman, Pakati, was fetching water. He asked her for a drink. Pakati said: “I am low caste and therefore may not give you water. Please ask nothing from me in case I contaminate your holy state with my low-caste status.” Ananda said, “I am not interested in caste. It is water I am after.” Pakati’s heart leaped joyfully. She gave him water to drink, and when he left she followed him at a discrete distance. Finding out that he was a disciple of the Buddha, she went to the Buddha and said, “Please accept me and let me live in this place where your disciple Ananda dwells, so that I may see him and supply him with what he needs. For I find that I love Ananda.” The Buddha understood what was going on in her feelings and he said gently, “Pakati, your heart if full of love but you don’t understand your own emotions. It is not Ananda that you love, but his kindness. Accept the kindness that he has shown to you and in your turn practice it toward other. You have been born low caste, but in time you will outshine the glory of kings and queens.

produced my most resonant tone: “Boarrrrr’s Head Turkey.” “OK, do it again.” A little more gusto this time. “Booooarrrrrrr’s Head Turkey!” “Again.” Maybe I wasn’t accentuating the right syllable. “Booooar’s Head TUR-key!” “Again.” “BoaRRRRR’s Head Tur-KEY.” “Again.” “BOOOOOARS Head Turrrrr-key.” “Again.” “Boarrr’s HEAD Tur-KEYYYY.” “Again.” I was stuck in a sadistic loop with this fucker. He knew I’d never get the part, but he was making me repeat this damn line over and over. I couldn’t think of any new ways to say it! I was barely intelligible at this point. It was like that scene at the end of The Miracle Worker when Anne Bancroft gets Patty Duke to say “water” but it sounds like “wwwaaaaaauuhh-waaaahhhhwuh.” I refused to be the first to quit. “BWOOORRRS HEHD TUH-TUH.” “Again.” “TURRRRRRRR GA-BWAW BWAH.” “Again.” “BUHHHH HUH TURRRR TURRRR.” “Again.” A knock at the door. His assistant, asking if he was ready for the next auditioner. “Yes, send him in. Thank you Mister . . . Kelly.” “You are . . . welcome.” I waited years for that commercial to make

As are you. We’re changing, Iren. You have Ann. I have… memories. I think it’s perfectly all right to be frightened. Sometimes the fear of change is just an expression of love for the life you had. That’s nothing to be ashamed of. I like who we were. And I like who you are, and I suspect I’ll like who you will be, too.

No, No and No. I'm not desperate unlike what you think. I'm not like the madding crowd. I'm a different breed of woman. The sort of woman who's unstoppable once she's set her mind onto something. I march to the beat of my own drum and I know exactly what I want out of life. So get it out of your head honey.

Zen is not interested in high-flown statements; it wants its pupil to bite his apple and not discuss it.