Laurence Fishburne Quotes

'Masaan' was a life-changing experience.

I've only cried at one book, but I'm too embarrassed to tell you which. It wasn't terribly intellectual. I will admit, though, to crying when I've read books aloud to my elementary class. We read a biography of Gandhi once, and it was very difficult to read the part where Gandhi was killed, because they were waiting for a happy ending.

I want all my books to provoke some kind of response in the reader, to make them think something or feel something or both, and for that to become a part of them and work into their own lives.

I think folks who are resistant to engaging in art become less so once they encounter art that really reflects them.

I don't want to say it's nice to see people cry, because of course it isn't, but there's something really emotional and lovely about seeing the impact you're having on someone's life.

We write songs that hit different people at different ages where they live.

It is very touching that you are able to create some kind of impact through a character.

I think everybody's book is about somebody's daughter, in a lot of ways. I dig that.

I want my stories to be something about life that causes people to say, not, oh, isn't that the truth, but to feel some kind of reward from the writing, and that doesn't mean that it has to be a happy ending or anything, but just that everything the story tells moves the reader in such a way that you feel you are a different person when you finish.

Everytime you see a flood like that on the news you tell yourself: That's it. That's my heart.

I'm often moved by the circumstances around some of my characters, but I don't think I've actually cried watching myself.

I do not judge men by anything they can do. Their greatest deed is the impression they make on me.

I wonder whether she was sorry for leaving us behind.

People are buying only one thing from you: the way the engagement (hiring you, working with you, dating you, using your product or service, learning from you) makes them feel.

It's that feeling when you hear your favourite song. That feeling, whether you're in a car, at a party or alone at home or in bed and you hear this song and it just hits you so strong - that’s what we aim for.

The Catcher in the Rye had such a deep impact on me, because it felt like it was just Holden and me. I didn't feel like any other person had read that book. It felt like my secret. Writing that I identify with feels like it's just me and the writer. So I hope that whoever is reading what I do feels like that.

The fact that music can induce Goosebumps draw a tear inspire and connect is one of my favorite parts of being human

The reason that gets me is, and the greatest part of my job and what I do, is the humanity of it and there's certain moments where that really cuts through.

Her heart went out to him with a stronger movement than ever, at the thought that people would blame him. Maggie hated blame; she had been blamed her whole life, and nothing had come of it but evil tempers.

Till the first friend dies, we think our ecstasy impersonal, but then discover that he was the cup from which we drank it, itself as yet unknown.

Well, besides being entertained, I’d like to move them emotionally. I mean I really want to uplift them. I want to look down at the audience, and this is personal experiences now I’m going to tell you. It’s like you look down at the audience and see people smiling, crying, hugging each other. I want them on their way home to feel empowered like they can do anything.

I'm still very affected and moved by their music - maybe in a way that's different from someone who grew up around it.

When I read Jerome D. Salinger's "The Catcher in the Rye" that was the first time I felt my mind blow open. I thought that book was speaking to me. I was 12 or 13 when I read that. I read everything on my mother's bookshelves.

We feel public misfortunes just so far as they affect our private circumstances, and nothing of this nature appeals more directly to us than the loss of money.

She was not filled up with the sight of him, the way she had seen her sisters fill up, like silk balloons, like wineskins. Instead, he seemed to land heavily within her, like a black stone falling.