When I Stop Talking, You'll Know I'm Dead Quotes

“Do not get attatched to the world as it is. Because the world is changing something new is coming.”
― Jerry Weintraub, When I Stop Talking, You'll Know I'm Dead: Useful Stories from a Persuasive Man

“Every minute doing one thing is a minute not doing something else. Every choice is another choice not made another path grown over lost.”
― Jerry Weintraub, When I Stop Talking, You'll Know I'm Dead: Useful Stories from a Persuasive Man

“This much I knew As soon as you feel comfortable that's when It's time to start over.”
― Jerry Weintraub, When I Stop Talking, You'll Know I'm Dead: Useful Stories from a Persuasive Man

“Relationships are the only thing that matter in business in life.”
― Jerry Weintraub, When I Stop Talking, You'll Know I'm Dead: Useful Stories from a Persuasive Man

“Freedom is saying I want to do this Not that”
― Jerry Weintraub, When I Stop Talking, You'll Know I'm Dead: Useful Stories from a Persuasive Man

“Savor life don't press too hard don't worry too much enjoy”
― Jerry Weintraub, When I Stop Talking, You'll Know I'm Dead: Useful Stories from a Persuasive Man

“Every minute doing one thing is a minute not doing something else, every choice is another choice not made, another path grown over and lost.”
― Jerry Weintraub, When I Stop Talking, You'll Know I'm Dead: Useful Stories from a Persuasive Man

“You can't "un-recgonize" something”
― Jerry Weintraub, When I Stop Talking, You'll Know I'm Dead: Useful Stories from a Persuasive Man

“We are all walking on a wire. The key is to behave as if you will live forever.”
― Jerry Weintraub, When I Stop Talking, You'll Know I'm Dead: Useful Stories from a Persuasive Man

“He wasn't in pain, he was just ready. That's how I'd like to die.”
― Jerry Weintraub, When I Stop Talking, You'll Know I'm Dead: Useful Stories from a Persuasive Man

“The point is, do not get attached to the world as it is, because the world is changing, something new is coming, every ten years a big hand comes down and sweeps the dishes off the table.”
― Jerry Weintraub, When I Stop Talking, You'll Know I'm Dead: Useful Stories from a Persuasive Man

“Which brings me to a question I ask myself every day: What kind of a father have I been? Have I been good? Have I helped more than I have hurt? Have I given as much as I have taken? In truth, my children have, at times, had trouble. With depression, with drugs, with all those exotic things that befall kids nowadays. Though I do not like all the things they have done, I am here for them when they are in jeopardy and I do whatever I can when they need help. I sometimes wonder if the root of the problem is in our very circumstances, if the life we have given our children—the money and the cars and the vacations and the private planes—has spoiled the everyday world for them. Can the child of a rich man have the same ambition as a kid from the Bronx? One evening, one of my daughters, having just flown on a commercial plane for the first time in her life, called me in a panic. “My God,” she said, “the way they jam you in, and make you sit there, in one seat, it’s like a prison!” In the end, though, I think your outlook has less to do with money than with the values your parents exhibit and your own nature. In this, I’ve been neither perfect nor blameless. I love my children and I think I have been a good father, but there were times when I chose my career over the life of the house. Was I there for every recital, or play, or concert? No, I was working. It’s nearly impossible to succeed in the world and also succeed in the house, which means, at some level, even if you do not realize it, you make a choice. This is a regret. I wish I had been there more, had done better, had given my children as much as my parents gave me. I did not. I was always divided, being pulled away, on the phone, and so forth. But maybe you do best by”
― Jerry Weintraub, When I Stop Talking, You'll Know I'm Dead: Useful Stories from a Persuasive Man

“The seventies were crazy everywhere, but crazier in Los Angeles. It was the era of freewheeling drugs and sex, the rag end of the sixties. I refer to sprees, to strange couplings and triplings, to nights that started with beer and wine and ended with cocaine and capsules, to debaucheries too various to chronicle. In a sense, we were all Robert Mitchum, smoking rope in bed with two girls while the sun was still noon high. We thought it was normal. You would walk into a house for a pool party, and there, on the cocktail table in the center of the living room, as if it were nuts or cooked shrimp, would be a platter of cocaine. We did it because we were stupid, because we did not know the danger. When I talk about my drug years, I am talking about twenty-four months in the middle of the seventies. I was in the rock and roll world, which meant I was around the stuff all the time. Of course, it was more than mere proximity. I was fun when I was high, talkative and all-encompassing. I could go forever, never be done talking. To some extent, I was really self-medicating, using the drugs to skate over issues in my own life. The fact is, money and success had come so fast, while I was away doing something else, not paying attention, that, when I finally realized where I was and just what I had, I could not understand it. There was this voice in my head, saying, Who do you think you are? What do you think you did? You are a fraud! You don’t deserve any of this! I tortured myself, and let the anxiety well up, then beat back the anxiety with the drugs, on and on, until one day, I stood up and said, “Screw it. That’s over. I’m done.” No rehab, no counseling, nothing like that. Just a moment of clarity, in which I saw myself from the outside, the mess I was making, the waste. I was slipping, not working as hard as I used to. I started leaving the office early on Fridays, then skipping Fridays altogether. Then I started leaving early on Thursdays, then arriving late on Mondays. I was letting myself go. Then one day, I just decided, It has to stop. I threw away the pills and bottles, took a cold shower, had a barbershop shave, and stepped into the cool of Sunset Boulevard, and began fresh. Maybe it had to do with my family situation. I was a father again.”
― Jerry Weintraub, When I Stop Talking, You'll Know I'm Dead: Useful Stories from a Persuasive Man

“You are a talented guy. That talent did not go away. The company went away? So what! Companies always go away. They’re a dime a dozen. It’s talent that counts!”
― Jerry Weintraub, When I Stop Talking, You'll Know I'm Dead: Useful Stories from a Persuasive Man

“When it was over, the company was gone. I was fifty years old. I had lost $30 million.”
― Jerry Weintraub, When I Stop Talking, You'll Know I'm Dead: Useful Stories from a Persuasive Man

“and here is the paradox—took me out of the movie business and put me into the company running business, occupied not with writers and artists, but with health-care plans, office rivalries, and infighting. I had, in a sense, promoted myself right out of the job I always wanted, which was telling stories, producing. I lost touch with the films, which were now being made for me instead of by me and thus were no longer Jerry Weintraub Productions.”
― Jerry Weintraub, When I Stop Talking, You'll Know I'm Dead: Useful Stories from a Persuasive Man