Sean Penn Quotes

When everything gets answered, it's fake.

And I'm going to tell the truth: I didn't like that Sean Penn movie Into the Wild so much. Yes! I know it was critically acclaimed. I know it won all these awards! It's very sad that a boy is dead and all. But I thought the movie Enchanted, with the singing princess and the chipmunk and the people dancing in Central Park, was cuter. So there!

I have nothing against Sean Penn. I don't even mind that he ended up divorcing Madonna. I mean, I still like Shia LaBeouf even though he chose to star in Transformers, which turned out to be a movie about robots from space. That Talk. Which is just as bad as choosing to divorce Madonna, if you ask me

I think we all have light and dark inside us.

One of the great “theologians” of our time, Sean Penn, put it this way: “When everything gets answered, it’s fake. The mystery is the truth.”21

Beautiful things don't ask for attention.

Fulfilling what you start is why you start something.

In 2008, Van Sant finally made Milk, his award-winning Harvey Milk biopic. Sean Penn starred instead of Robin Williams, while the role of Cleve Jones, which Van Sant had earmarked for River, was taken by Emile Hirsch, who was just eight years old when River died.

But it’s no surprise that when someone truly awful dies, the cool break out in reverence. Which is what happened when Hugo Chávez croaked. On that day in March 2013, we saw a parade of misty-eyed celebrities and solemn left-wing hacks paying tribute to a dead guy. Out of the woodwork came a parade of Hugoslavians, tyrant-lovers who could overlook the heathen’s badness for the sake of coolness. See, someone can be truly evil. But if that person runs a country and you know that person well, it makes you kinda cool. It’s better to know Darth Vader than Doris Day. It’s pretty cool to brag that you just shared a burrito with a murderous despot, as opposed to a biscuit with Billy Graham. And so when Chávez bit the dust, who did we see? Sean Penn. Oliver Stone. Jimmy Carter. Joe Kennedy. All decorating the corpse with wreaths of blithering blather. And no one blathers blitheringly like that quartet. That’s the worst set of four since the last Who reunion.

Beauty doesn't ask for attention

911... Acil durum nedir?

Amerika'da yaşlanmak bir kadın için zor bir durum; erkek içinse kadının yaşlanmayı durdurmak için neler yapabileceğini izlemek zor.

Seni din, cinsellik ve TV ile aptallaştırırlar ki, Sen de kendini akıllı, sınıfsız ve özgür sanırsın.

Yapay uydular. Gökyüzünün gözleri. Kadınlar. Naklen yayın araçları. Yüksek çözünürlük.

İnsanlar birbirleriyle konuşmayı bıraktı.

Gelişmiş Batı dünyasının, olanakları ve ihtişamıyla çok zengin olduğu zannedilse de çoğu zaman insan kalbindeki güzellikleri öldürür.

Beynini televizyona kırbaçlatmak...

Öldürüyorum, öyleyse varım.

Hayat yabancılarla dolu.

Zekiysen nefret eder, aptalsan küçümserler.

Yeni düzen böyle. Yeni Dünya. Bunu bilmiyor musun? (...) Yaşam kimlik demek. Dünya kimliğini elektronik aygıtlarla yeniden tanımladı. ,(...)

Bob had found fundamentally foreknowledged form in the way Annie giggled

One man's act of absurdity may be another's substitute for solace.

Sean's (Penn) is going to be the new Dustin Hoffman. He'll be around a long time.

Toplumun organize bir şekilde belli güç odaklarının maddi çıkarları uğruna tüketime ve israfa alıştırılması düzmecesini fark etmeden bir evreden diğerine geçmek oldukça zor görünüyordu.

Öylesine sınırlanmışız ki kendi kaygılarımızla, sürekli dönüp başa geliyoruz, öyle ki artık doğru ile yanlışı, yasadışı hevesle en saf ideal arasındaki farkı bile ayırt edemiyoruz. İngmar Bergman

Bob, markalaşan kalabalıklardan ve toplumun rahat düşkünlüğü ile beslenen ve elini sıcak sudan soğuk suya sokmaya üşenen insanları nihayetinde kendisine esir eden teknolojik icatlardan uzak durmayı başarabilmişti.

Bob, ihtişamın, geçmişin asılsız gurur ve önyargısına ödlekçe ve hiç düşünmeden sarılırken, aşkı edebiyetten topyekün ayrı düşürmüş Batı insanından ziyade, Doğululara ve köylü takımına daha yakışır bir haz olduğuna inanıyordu.

Bob, medyanın memlekete nasıl düşüneceklerini söylemek konusundaki başarısının sınırlı, fakat hangi konuları düşünüp tartışacaklarını ve neye değer vereceklerini göstermek konusunda ciddi bir yönlendirici olduğunun farkındaydı.

Bob'un beyninin içinde süregelen savaşta, medya kaynakları aşırı yüklemeden kaynaklanan bir keşmekeş yarattılar. Pazarlanmış ve çıkarları yönünde saptırılmış bir gündemi akla kazıma saldırısı. Aynı şey t tarih kitaplarında da yapıldı.

Nikhilananda’s birthday. Maybe we’d Morris dance, naked, around the base of an old-growth California redwood, its branches lavishly festooned with the soiled hammocks and poop buckets of crunchy-granola tree sitters mentoring spotted owls in passive-resistance protest techniques. You get the picture. In place of Santa Claus, my mom and dad said Maya Angelou kept tabs on whether little children were naughty or nice. Dr. Angelou, they warned me, did her accounting on a long hemp scroll of names, and if I failed to turn my compost I’d be sent to bed with no algae. Me, I just wanted to know that someone wise and carbon neutral—Dr. Maya or Shirley Chisholm or Sean Penn—was paying attention. But none of that was really Christmas. And none of that Earth First! baloney helps out once you’re dead and you discover that the snake-handling,

Ticarette etik değerlerden verilen ödünlerin giderek normal karşılanmaya başlanması, televizyonu dünyaya hiçbir katkısı bulunmayan, bariz bir şekilde ipe sapa gelmeyen fantazilerden biri haline getirmiştir. Hatta, bir zamanlar saygın ürünlerin yaratıcıları olarak anılırken artık sadece çok satması amaçlanan ürünlere bezirganlık yapan aktör, artist ve imaj geliştiriciler için, kusursuz fırtınanın koşullarını sağlayan bir aygıt olup çıkmıştır. Takipçileri, itişip kakışan ve kokuşan koyun sürüleri kadar mutlu bir kalabalıktan ibarettir....

New Rule: Conservatives have to stop complaining about Hollywood values. It's Oscar time again, which means two things: (1) I've got to get waxed, and (2) talk-radio hosts and conservative columnists will trot out their annual complaints about Hollywood: We're too liberal; we're out of touch with the Heartland; our facial muscles have been deadened with chicken botulism; and we make them feel fat. To these people, I say: Shut up and eat your popcorn. And stop bitching about one of the few American products--movies---that people all over the world still want to buy. Last year, Hollywood set a new box-office record: $16 billion worldwide. Not bad for a bunch of socialists. You never see Hollywood begging Washington for a handout, like corn farmers, or the auto industry, or the entire state of Alaska. What makes it even more inappropriate for conservatives to slam Hollywood is that they more than anybody lose their shit over any D-lister who leans right to the point that they actually run them for office. Sony Bono? Fred Thompson? And let'snot forget that the modern conservative messiah is a guy who costarred with a chimp. That's right, Dick Cheney. I'm not trying to say that when celebrities are conservative they're almost always lame, but if Stephen Baldwin killed himself and Bo Derrick with a car bomb, the headline the next day would be "Two Die in Car Bombing." The truth is that the vast majority of Hollywood talent is liberal, because most stars adhere to an ideology that jibes with their core principles of taking drugs and getting laid. The liebral stars that the right is always demonizing--Sean Penn and Michael Moore, Barbra Streisand and Alec Baldwin and Tim Robbins, and all the other members of my biweekly cocaine orgy--they're just people with opinions. None of them hold elective office, and liberals aren't begging them to run. Because we live in the real world, where actors do acting, and politicians do...nothing. We progressives love our stars, but we know better than to elect them. We make the movies here, so we know a well-kept trade secret: The people on that screen are only pretending to be geniuses, astronauts, and cowboys. So please don't hat eon us. And please don't ruin the Oscars. Because honestly, we're just like you: We work hard all year long, and the Oscars are really just our prom night. The tuxedos are scratchy, the limousines are rented, and we go home with eighteen-year-old girls.

Sitting at the edge of his bed those days, weaving and watching television movies – movies themselves, mostly made from the seasickness of misguided creative endeavor. Normalization of commercial compromise had left his medium as one of dominantly irrelevant fantasies adding nothing to the world, and instead providing a perfect storm of merchanteering thespians and image builders now less identifiable as creators of valued products than of products built for significant sales. Their masses of fans as happy as hustled, bustled, and rustled sheep. A country without culture? Nothing more than a shopping mall with a flag? Still, business is branding buoyantly, leaving Bob to yet another bout of that old society-is-sinking sensation.

Sean Penn mourned the death of the fifty-eight-year-old socialist creep. Sean wrote in a statement sent to the Hollywood Reporter: “Today the people of the United States lost a friend it never knew it had. And poor people around the world lost a champion.” He added: “I lost a friend I was blessed to have.” Penn needs to tell you that he knew the guy. A world leader. That’s cool. I guess playing Jeff Spicoli and marrying Madonna wasn’t enough (one made your career, the other ruined your urinary tract). Yeah, this is the same chap who told Piers Morgan that Ted Cruz should be institutionalized. Talk about the pot calling the kettle batshit crazy. If Penn got any nuttier, he’d be a Snickers bar. Of course it would be uncool to point out to Penn that Chávez was no champion of the poor. Under his rule people became far poorer in Venezuela. And in the midst of an oil boom, Chávez engineered a murder boom. The murder rate in his country tripled during Chávez’s tyrannical tenure, hitting a high of 67 per 100,000 residents in 2011, compared with a murder rate of less than 5 per 100,000 in the United States (and that includes Baltimore). And about 10 or 20 less than the last Penn movie. Penn was joined, per usual, by director Oliver Stone, who said, solemnly, somewhere: “I mourn a great hero to the majority of his people and those who struggle throughout the world for a place.” He added: “Hated by the entrenched classes, Hugo Chávez will live forever in history. “My friend, rest finally in a peace long earned.” This is from an adult, mind you. And no list of apologists for evil is complete without Michael Moore. This nugget comes from the Michigan Live website, which reports Moore praising Chávez in a feeble collection of Twitter messages, on the night the Venezuelan viper expired. Hugo Chávez declared the oil belonged 2 the ppl. He used the oil $ 2 eliminate 75% of extreme poverty, provide free health & education 4 all. That made him dangerous. US

Richard wrote back: Dear Sean: Stay in touch and hit ’em again. Richard Ramirez, 666. Penn said Ramirez masturbated excessively. “He was like an animal in heat. He had pictures of his victims on his cell walls. He kept them up with toothpaste.

During the course of Sean’s stay in the jail, Ramirez asked Penn for his autograph. Sean wrote: Dear Richard: It’s impossible to be incarcerated and not feel a kinship with your fellow inmates. Well, Richard, I’ve done the impossible. I feel absolutely no kinship with you. Sean Penn

At this time actor Sean Penn had been sentenced to thirty-two days in the Los Angeles County Jail for punching out a photographer. Because of his celebrity status he had to be kept in protective custody and was lodged in the cell next to Ramirez. At the time he was still married to Madonna and when she came to visit Sean, she saw Ramirez as she stepped off the elevator. When Sean was brought to the visiting booth, the first thing she said to Sean was, “Who’s that good-looking guy?” Sitting down, smiling mischievously, Sean said, “That good-looking guy is the Night Stalker, ... wanna meet him?” “Gives me the goose bumps,” Madonna said—“but yeah, I’d like to meet him,” she joked. “I don’t think so,” he said, laughing

Today we remember Milk as perhaps the most significant gay rights leader of all time. He is the person who unlocked the secret to reducing prejudice against same-sex relationships, by people disclosing to friends and family that they were gay. Sean Penn won an Oscar after immortalizing Milk’s life in a 2008 film. But Milk owed his political career to dog poop. Shortly after taking office in 1978, Milk introduced the “Scoop the Poop” Act,3 which by the end of the summer the Board of Supervisors had passed.4 Afterward, a journalist said to Milk, “The police department says it may be hard to enforce this,” to which Milk replied, beaming, “I think it will be easy based on peer pressure. It’s going to be hard to write citations. But when a San Franciscan is walking down the street and sees someone breaking the law you say ‘Hey!’—with a smile—‘You broke the law.’ And after a while, when enough people do that, the message will be clear. It will be an education process. I really hope not one single citation is ever issued. . . . I don’t want to put anybody in jail. I don’t want to fine anyone. I just want to clean up the mess.”5 People

Casuslarla ilgileniyorsun, öyle değil mi Bob?" "Bazen evet. Gözlerle. Çoğunlukla kadınların gözleriyle. Onları birer casuslara benzetiyorum." "Ne açıdan, Bob?" diye sorar Spurley. "Bazısı bizi görür, bazısı görmez. Ama yaptığımız yanlışlar hiçbirinin gözünden kaçmaz. Sence de öyle değil mi?

Çılgınlık ölçüsünde pazarlanmakta olan bir ülke. Başkalarının çıkarları için kullanılmış ve şaşkın. Şimdi de, vatandaşlarının aymazlıkla faşist yağmalara yenilişlerine görgü tanıklığı ederken sık sık karşılaşılan şoke olma ve dehşete kapılma durumları.

Herkes bir köpeğin cazip bir kokunun peşinden gideceğini çok iyi bilir.

The man in the bar who reminded me of Sean Penn turns out to have been Sean Penn. Jeff Bridges’s standing ovation reaches all the way to the top mezzanine. Sandra Bullock’s standing ovation only reaches the front rows of our level and stops there. Kathryn Bigelow’s standing ovation covers the entire hall except, for some reason, the top right of the first mezzanine, where I am sitting, where we remain sitting and clap politely.

Fast Times at Ridgemont High (1982)—Not bad. It may fall into the general category of youth-exploitation movies, but it isn’t assaultive. The young director, Amy Heckerling, making her feature-film début, has a light hand. If the film has a theme, it’s sexual embarrassment, but there are no big crises; the story follows the course of several kids’ lives by means of vignettes and gags, and when the scenes miss they don’t thud. In this movie, a gag’s working or not working hardly matters—everything has a quick, makeshift feeling. If you’re eating a bowl of Rice Krispies and some of them don’t pop, that’s O.K., because the bowlful has a nice, poppy feeling. The friendship of the two girls—Jennifer Jason Leigh as the 15-year-old Stacy who is eager to learn about sex and Phoebe Cates as the jaded Valley Girl Linda who shares what she knows—has a lovely matter-of-factness. With Sean Penn as the surfer-doper Spicoli—the most amiable stoned kid imaginable. Penn inhabits the role totally; the part isn’t big but he comes across as a star. Also with Robert Romanus, Judge Reinhold, Brian Backer, and Ray Walston. The script, by Cameron Crowe, was adapted from his book about the year he spent at a California high school, impersonating an adolescent. The music—a collection of some 19 pop songs—doesn’t underline things; it’s just always there when it’s needed. Universal. color (See Taking It All In.)

Was she the worst possible candidate or are you the most arrogant, ill, and unqualified electorate in the history of the Western world?

euthanizer of compassion

Mr. Cultier, why do you pronounce your name Cult-E-A if you’re American?” “How would you have me pronounce it, Bob?

What can books do that movies can’t? Put the vision in the hands of the reader. With a book, you’ve got a writer and a director—and the director is the reader.

Truth, like light, blinds. Falsehood, on the contrary, is a beautiful twilight that enhances every object.