Bob Weinstein

Harvey and I grew up in Queens, N.Y. My brother and I shared a room for 18 years until we went away to college. When we were kids, after our father said, 'Lights out,' he also exclaimed, 'No more talking. Time for sleep.' But we'd stay up late, arguing over statistics, who the best center fielder was - Willie Mays or Mickey Mantle.

Many people have vied to become the third Weinstein brother, and I'm not sure why, but that distinction only goes to one person - Quentin Tarantino.

Don't let your fear paralyze you. Prepare yourself not only technically, but also emotionally.

If you don't know something, admit it. But, try to impress them with what you do know.

I'd update my resume so you're ready for any outcome.

People intrinsically know there are secrets being held from us. Look at WikiLeaks: There are secrets that are really true to the world.

I don't have an image. Don't give me one. I want no image to have to uphold.

For my brother and me, there would be no 'Field of Dreams'-like playing catch, no nature lessons with our old man. Instead, it would be a darkened theater, the projector light coming on, and a new adventure unfolding.

The vision, determination, stamina, hope, relentlessness, and sheer work that are involved in staying afloat, much less succeeding, are the same whether you are running a window on 47th Street or Miramax Films or Microsoft.