They Can Kill You..but They Can't Eat You Quotes

“...every time I exhaled, I either peed or farted.”
― Dawn Steel, They Can Kill You..but They Can't Eat You

“David Kirkpatrick, a bald, former Jesuit student, whose smile never looked real, had the dubious distinction of being the executive with the longest run without a hit. We used to have a pool: When will Kirkpatrick get a hit? It didn't happen during my tenure. In fact, he became known as "The Teflon Executive, " because wherever he went, failure always followed. But for the longest time, it seemed that the bombs never stuck to him.”
― Dawn Steel, They Can Kill You..but They Can't Eat You

“Deal-making is not so much about negotiation as it is about putting a price on your appetite and then sticking to it in every deal.”
― Dawn Steel, They Can Kill You..but They Can't Eat You

“I owe David Geffen big, with regard to my growing self­ awareness at the time.
One night we were having dinner and in the course of talking about something or other, he said, "Angry people like us..."

I couldn't get the phrase out of my mind:

"Angry people like us..."

Finally, I realized that I wasn't angry. I was furious.”
― Dawn Steel, They Can Kill You..but They Can't Eat You

“My typical day began at five o'clock in the morning when I would finish reading scripts by the side of Rebecca's bed until she woke up at seven. It was thrilling to find a script that I loved, something I desperately wanted to make. And when I found one, my day was made by seven A.M.

If I didn't have a script to finish, I had notes to make on those I had read. And if I'd finished my notes, I went downstairs to exercise.

After mornings with Rebecca, I'd arrive at the office at nine-thirty. The phone calls had started long before I got there. By ten o'clock I was in a staff meeting, and depending on the day of the week, it was either a production, marketing/distribution or business-affairs meeting.

By eleven-thirty, I might be in a meeting with an executive about a particular movie or problem. By twelve, I was meeting with a director I was trying to seduce back to the studio.

By twelve forty-five, I'd get in my car and drive across town to a lunch meeting with an agent, a producer, a writer or a movie star. While driving, I'd start to return the phone calls that had started before I ever arrived at my office.

At two-thirty, I was back in the car, returning more phone calls, the calls from early morning, from mid-morning, plus East Coast and Europe calls that came in during lunch.

At two forty-five, I was back in the office. Inevitably, there were people waiting to see me, executives with personal problems, political problems, and/or production problems. In between, I returned and made more phone calls.

At three-thirty, there could be a meeting with someone I was trying to bring to the studio. At four-thirty, there was a script meeting with an executive, writer, producer and/or director. At five o'clock, there were selected dailies of the movies we were shooting. And if I hadn't finished watching them by six-thirty, the rest were put on tape for me to watch later at home.

At six-thirty, I'd jump into my car and return more phone calls on my drive home. The call sheet numbered one hundred to one hundred and fifty calls a day. And I always felt it was very important to return every call. The lesson here is people remember when you don't call them back.

I'd go home to be with Rebecca. If I didn't have a business dinner or a sneak preview of one of our movies, I had to go to a black-tie event. There was at least one of them a week, honoring someone from our industry. I went out of respect for the talent involved and my counterparts at the other studios. So Rebecca would keep me company while I washed off my makeup, put on new makeup, dressed in black tie, kissed her good-bye and shot out the door.

That's where men really have it good: they just put on a tux and go.

After I got home at ten-thirty, I would sit on the chair next to Rebecca's bed. Watching her sleep dissolved all the stress in my body.

Then I would get up, either finish watching the dailies, or read a script, wash my face and fall into bed at eleven-thirty.

But the part of my workday that made me the happiest was when I was closest to the actual making of a movie.”
― Dawn Steel, They Can Kill You..but They Can't Eat You