Quote by Kathryn Bigelow
My dad used to draw these great cartoon figures. His dream was bei

My dad used to draw these great cartoon figures. His dream was being a cartoonist, but he never achieved it, and it kind of broke my heart. I think part of my interest in art had to do with his yearning for something he could never have. – Kathryn Bigelow

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When he brought it to me four years ago, Rodney King had just arrived, I was involved in the clean-up of L.A. and I guess it was part of my experience. – Kathryn Bigelow

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On the other hand, I believe theres hope, because the breakdown and the repair are happening simultaneously. – Kathryn Bigelow

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The Communist regime didnt consider this to be a shining moment in history and assigned no heroism to it. They classified it as merely an accident. – Kathryn Bigelow

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