Quote by Joel Silver
There arent a lot of guys like me left. But Im a war horse. Ive be

There arent a lot of guys like me left. But Im a war horse. Ive been through it all. And you know something about war horses? Through the sleet, through the snow, they just keep going. – Joel Silver

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I did five movies in Australia, I did three films in Germany, this is the fourth film Ive done here in the UK, Ive done a bunch of films in Canada. – Joel Silver

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movies
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The core of the movie business remains intact and its not descending in scope. Studios want movies that are bigger than ever. – Joel Silver

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movies
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I never really was that passionate about playing sports. But when I was at this Mt. Herman school, I did have the ability to throw the frisbee. So when this sport evolved, it was fun because I was good at it. – Joel Silver

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The condition of man… is a condition of war of everyone against everyone. – Thomas Hobbes

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For though war is evil, it is occasionally the lesser of two evils. – McGeorge Bundy (1919–1996), “They Say in the Colleges,” in Zero Hour: A Su

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