James Badge Dale Quotes

The thing about Iceland is that we are trapped there anyway, all of us. We have been trapped there for thousands of years.

It's a small town, it has only a few docks ... now they are in a trap.

Zuleika, on a desert island, would have spent most of her time in looking for a man's footprint.

It is really so nice here-country-busy-busy with so many different kinds of things-... I must say I feel far away in another world here-... always we go to a new place...the people have a kind of gentleness that isn't usual on the mainland.

There is something about silence and being in the middle of nowhere that is really very attractive.

Not being able to go outside upsets me more than I can say, and I’m terrified our hiding place will be discovered and that we’ll be shot.

This might surprise you, but I do feel like I have, because the shooting of all these films was spread out, for the most part. They just happen to be coming out at the same time.

Loneliness is an aspect of the land.

In the bare room under the old library on the hill in the town at the tip of the small peninsula on the cold island so far from everything else, I lived among strangers and birds.

So it always is: when you escape to a desert the silence shouts in your ear.

It was as if when I looked into his eyes I was standing alone on the edge of the world...on a windswept ocean beach. There was nothing but the soft roar of the waves.

On film, you can't do it over again. And you do have to stop shooting at a certain point.

If you are not in the red playroom of pain and pleasure, … shooting the movie is much like doing any other movie.

What else can you expect from a town thats shut off from the world by the ocean on one side and New Jersey on the other?

Miles from nowhere. Guess I'll take my time.

In the middle of the woods Lived the Yonghy-Bonghy-Bo. Two old chairs and half a candle, One old jug without a handle- These were all the worldly goods.

I am here, alone, at the end of the world. I reach out and touch nothing.”.

It becomes a lot better for the actors when we're 'shooting, shooting, shooting,' instead of waiting around in a trailer for something to happen.

When you're on a sound stage and you're shooting a fire stunt, this weird thing happens where the fire eats up all the oxygen and everybody gets a little dingy.

Tennis, imprisoned within fixed boundaries, a patch of an acre, a green rectangle, tries the human soul. A tennis court is like a coffin, only larger.

My chauffer once told me that I would feel better in the morning, but when I woke up the two of us were still on a tiny island surrounded by man-eating crocodiles, and, as I'm sure you can understand, I didn't feel any better about it.

It's so off the charts and off anybody's radar screen, that place. It might as well be another planet. Just try to find somebody who's been to Madagascar. Nobody has been to Madagascar.

Beyond the Indian hamlet, upon a forlorn strand, I happened on a trail of recent footprints.

The landscape is best described as 'pedestrian hostile.' It's pointless to try to take a walk, so I generally just stay in the room and think about shooting myself in the head.

The sides are steep and the nights are long and cold down in the hole, light and love and the world above mean nothing to the mole.