I want to do what I can lend my talents to, but I want it to be as a human being and not as a two-dimensional character.
I never used to believe in fate. I used to think you make your own life and then you call it fate. That's why I call it irony.
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What this quote means
The quote reflects the idea that individuals create their own paths in life, rather than being governed by predetermined fate.
Gene Wilder's quote expresses a perspective on the concept of fate versus personal agency, suggesting that while one may attribute occurrences in life to fate, it is ultimately the individual's actions and choices that shape their destiny. By labeling this realization as 'irony', Wilder highlights the contrast between believing in a predetermined course of events and the reality of actively crafting one's life experience, thereby inviting reflection on the deeper implications of free will.
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In a motivational seminar discussing personal growth.
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A lot of comic actors derive their main force from childish behavior. Most great comics are doing such silly things; you'd say, 'That's what a child would do.
What good is a character who's always winking at the audience to let them in on the secret?
If my mother hadn't laughed at the funny things I did, I probably wouldn't be a comic actor. After she had her first heart attack, the doctor said, 'Try to make her laugh.' And that was the first time I tried to make anyone laugh.
The thing I love about making movies is the peace of mind that I know I don't have to be perfect the first time. I can be perfect the second time or the third time.
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