Idris Elba Quotes

They wouldn’t even get to “once upon a time.” First, because she talked about banging Janelle Monáe kind of a lot, and when he’d asked what she thought of Idris Elba (everyone who was into guys liked Idris Elba, right?), all she’d said was “He’s great. I really enjoyed Luther.

I stood and pulled her up on two feet. “That depends.” “On what?” “Whether you’re looking at this through my eyes or yours.

I didn’t ask you, did I?” the judge snaps. “This is a good stopping point. Idris Elba walking into my courtroom right now couldn’t convince me to finish out the afternoon.

Writing is the hum. Writing is laying track. Writing is the high. Now imagine that hum, that high, that track to be laid is behind a door. And that door is five miles away. Those five miles are just . . . writing crap and doodling and trying to have an idea and surfing the internet and hoping like hell not to get so distracted that you give up. Worse? Those five miles are lined with brownies and cupcakes and episodes of Game of Thrones and Idris Elba waiting to talk to only you and really good novels to read. Every time I sit down to write, I have to mentally run those five miles past all of that to get to that door. It’s a long, hard five-mile run. Sometimes I am almost dead by the time I reach the door. That’s why I have to keep doing it. The more often I run the five miles, the fitter I become. And the fitter I become, the easier the run begins to feel and the less fresh and exciting all that stuff on the side of the road seems. I mean, how long has it been there? More important, as I get fitter, I can run faster. And the faster I can run, the faster I can get to that door. The faster you can too, writers out there. When you sit down to write every day, it becomes easier and easier to tap into that creative space inside your mind. The faster I can get to that door, the quicker I can get to the good stuff.

I hope you didn’t burn up, British Isles! Where would the world be without your epic contributions to culture: Duran Duran, Idris Elba, and Love Actually? Drop me an e-mail, England, let me know you’re still hanging in there!

Well, I don’t know about you, but I’d rather die than let cute dogs named after my favourite comedians slash authors slash Golden Globes hosts perish,’ replies a shredded firefighter who looks like a genetic mash-up of Idris Elba and danger.

TO REFLECT IS ONE THING, BUT TO REGRET IS ANOTHER. REGRET IS USELESS.

I opened the card. It read: SO YOU CAN FIND YOUR WAY BACK TO ME. I opened the box. It was a lensatic compass. You said, “Read the back.” I turned it over. It was engraved. MY TRUE NORTH. You hung it around my neck and whispered, “Without you, I’d be lost.

Doesn’t matter what’s playing as long as it isn’t an animal movie. I can’t stomach those, especially if it’s a talking animal movie. Those are the worst.  No cat sounds like Jude Law.  Everyone knows this. Although I did break this rule for the Jungle Book. Because Idris Elba. Okay, I also saw the new Tarzan because of Alex Skarsgård. Who wouldn’t make exceptions for those two? I could listen to Idris read me the AVMA journal all day, any day of the week ending in ay.

Then Idris Elba read “Invictus,” maybe as well as anyone ever has, and then Michelle Obama, via satellite, said some eloquent words about the meaning of the games.

And also to Idris Elba. Because if you haven’t thanked Idris Elba for anything yet, what have you been doing all this time?

You and I are close friends now, reader. So you know how I feel about writing. Writing is the hum. Writing is laying track. Writing is the high. Now imagine that hum, that high, that track to be laid is behind a door. And that door is five miles away. Those five miles are just . . . writing crap and doodling and trying to have an idea and surfing the internet and hoping like hell not to get so distracted that you give up. Worse? Those five miles are lined with brownies and cupcakes and episodes of Game of Thrones and Idris Elba waiting to talk to only you and really good novels to read. Every time I sit down to write, I have to mentally run those five miles past all of that to get to that door. It’s a long, hard five-mile run. Sometimes I am almost dead by the time I reach the door. That’s why I have to keep doing it. The more often I run the five miles, the fitter I become. And the fitter I become, the easier the run begins to feel and the less fresh and exciting all that stuff on the side of the road seems. I mean, how long has it been there? More important, as I get fitter, I can run faster. And the faster I can run, the faster I can get to that door. The faster you can too, writers out there. When you sit down to write every day, it becomes easier and easier to tap into that creative space inside your mind. The faster I can get to that door, the quicker I can get to the good stuff. Behind that door is the good stuff. So when I reach the door and open it . . . that’s when my creativity clicks in and that special spot in my brain starts working and I go from exertion to exultation and suddenly I can write forever and ever and ever and eve— And then someone opens the door and asks me if I want coffee or water and I am FIVE MILES AWAY all over again. I grit my teeth and try to smile and say No thank you, see, I have coffee AND water both already, right here. And then I start running that five miles all over. That happens roughly thirty-five times a day at the office.

Stop drooling over Idris Elba,” Sheldon scolded his female companions. “That’s like asking us to stop breathing,” Nora said.

Writing is the hum. Writing is laying track. Writing is the high. Now imagine that hum, that high, that track to be laid is behind a door. And that door is five miles away. Those five miles are just...writing crap and doodling and trying to have an idea and surfing the internet and hoping like hell not to get so distracted that you give up. Worse? Those file miles are lined with brownies and cupcakes and episodes of Game of Thrones and Idris Elba waiting to talk to only you and really good novels to read. Every time I sit down to write, I have to mentally those five miles past all of that to get to that door. It’s a long, hard five-mile run. Sometimes I almost dead by the time I reach the door. That’s why I have to keep doing it. The more often I run the five miles, the fitter I become.l And the fitter I become, the easier the run begins to feel and the less fresh and exciting all that stuff on the side of the road seems. I mean, how long has it been there? More important, as I get fitter, I can run faster. And the faster I can run, the faster I can get to that door. The faster you can too, writers out there. When you sit down to write every day, it becomes easier and easier to tap into that creative space inside your mind. The faster I can get to that door, the quicker I can get to the good stuff. Behind that door is the good stuff. So when I reach the door and open it…that’s where my creativity clicks in and that special spot in my brain starts working and I go from exertion to exultation and suddenly I can write forever and ever and ever and eve[r].

Idris Elba: I loved working with those guys, John Krasinski and Steve Carell.

She watches him walk outside, through the big doors and into the morning. A big man with a big walk. The world turning like a wheel beneath him.

Writing is the hum. Writing is laying track. Writing is the high. Now imagine that hum, that high, that track to be laid is behind a door. And that door is five miles away. Those five miles are just...writing crap and doodling and trying to have an idea and surfing the internet and hoping like hell not to get so distracted that you give up. Worse? Those file miles are lined with brownies and cupcakes and episodes of Game of Thrones and Idris Elba waiting to talk to only you and really good novels to read. Every time I sit down to write, I have to mentally run those five miles past all of that to get to that door. It’s a long, hard five-mile run. Sometimes I am almost dead by the time I reach the door. That’s why I have to keep doing it. The more often I run the five miles, the fitter I become. And the fitter I become, the easier the run begins to feel and the less fresh and exciting all that stuff on the side of the road seems. I mean, how long has it been there? More important, as I get fitter, I can run faster. And the faster I can run, the faster I can get to that door. The faster you can too, writers out there. When you sit down to write every day, it becomes easier and easier to tap into that creative space inside your mind. The faster I can get to that door, the quicker I can get to the good stuff. Behind that door is the good stuff. So when I reach the door and open it…that’s where my creativity clicks in and that special spot in my brain starts working and I go from exertion to exultation and suddenly I can write forever and ever and ever and eve[r].

She squinted at me. "What's a sexlebrity?" "You know, a celebrity you'd have sex with if ever given the opportunity. No strings attached and your significant other can't get mad at you. Like, if Idris Elba showed up right this minute, you could rip off all your clothes and do it right here on this sturdy desk, and no one could judge you for it." I patted the mahogany surface with gusto...

He looked so good. Like Jesus, Idris Elba and a good macaroni and cheese casserole all rolled into one.