Movie: Birdman (Birdman)

You know, morons breed like flies. P. T Barnum understood this and invented the circus.
A douchebag''s burn every minute! That was P. T. Barnum''s premise when he invented the circus.

I know you hang out here, trying to be invisible under the mask of a doomed loser, but to no avail. You're not invisible, you're huge. You're just confused, you're a candle burning at both ends, but that's fine. And no booze, weed or attitude is going to hide.
- Okay, you're an actor, not a writer. And then it was like molasses in the syrup, as many ears stuck together.

We'd be terrible parents.
- Terrible, to be brought up...
- A serial killer.
- Or Justin Bieber.

How did we get here? Well hole. A terrible stench. We don't belong in this shit.

I once flew from Los Angeles. And George Clooney sat in the two seats in front of me wearing a suit, cufflinks and the chin. And we find ourselves in a terrible, terrible storm. Our plane was shaking, shaking. And the people on Board were crying, people were praying out loud, you know? And I just sat. They're crying, I sit and think: "Oh my God! In the morning, when Sam gets the newspaper on the cover is the face of Clooney, not mine."

We all desperately aspire to the heights,
Reaching the wall, afraid to fall.
But not the strong, who was a glorious world,
And the one who fell, got back up, was able to get up.

Critic is the one who is not able to create, as well as unable to fight becomes an informer.

What is supposed to happen in a person's life to become a critic?

Let's be honest, dad... you're not doing this for the sake of art. This is simply because you want to feel important. And you know what, there's a whole world where people fight to be relevant every single day, and you pretend like it at all. These things happen in the world that you willfully ignore. In a world where, frankly, you have long forgotten. I mean, who are you, ***s that? You hate bloggers, to laugh at Twitter, you even Facebook pages are not. Are you one of those who does not exist. You do it because you're scared to death like all of us that you are a nobody. And you know what? You're right. You're a nobody. It doesn't mean anything, okay? You don't matter. So suck it.

A thing is defined by its essence, not words.