My honey child, them housing projects Cannot contain her multitudes A sunbeam, hard upon her Just a fly strugglin’ through her braid loops Watch me prove to ‘em I’m more than nothin’ But a ragamuffin with homesick eyes Yes, when it gets to be...
October O love, turn from the changing sea and gaze, Down these grey slopes, upon the year grown old, A-dying 'mid the autumn-scented haze That hangeth o'er the hollow in the wold, Where the wind-bitten ancient elms infold Grey church, long barn, orc...
Uma criança recém-nascida, julga-se infinita. Não sabe onde é que acaba, onde é que tem os seus limites. Depois, descobre os pés e fica fascinada. É um bebé que se depara com os seus limites: Ah, é então aqui que finda o meu corpo. E, aos p...
Mary Poppins: You *are* the father of Jane and Michael Banks, are you not? [pause] Mary Poppins: I said, you *are* the father of Jane and Michael Banks. Mr. Banks: Well, really - yes, of course. And you brought your references, I presume; may I see t...
General Jack D. Ripper: Were you ever a prisoner of war? Group Capt. Lionel Mandrake: Well... yes I was, matter of fact, Jack. I was. General Jack D. Ripper: Did they torture you? Group Capt. Lionel Mandrake: Uh, yes they did. I was tortured by the J...
Judge Turpin: I have news for you, my friend. In order to shield her from the evils of this world, I have decided to marry my dear Johanna. Beadle: Ah, sir, happy news indeed. Judge Turpin: Strange, though, when I offered myself to her, she showed a ...
Fred C. Dobbs: Say, mister. Will you stake a fellow American to a meal? American in Tampico in white suit: Such impudence never came my way. Early this afternoon I gave you money... while I was having my shoes polished I gave you MORE money... now yo...
[Eddie is about to pick up the hand buzzer that fell off of Acme's corpse when Judge Doom stops him with his cane] Judge Doom: Is this man removing evidence from the scene of the crime? Lt. Santino: Ah, no, Judge Doom. Valiant here was just picking i...
- ...Porque, uma vez que você começou - perorava -, não há nenhuma razão para parar. O passo entre a realidade que é fotografada na medida em que nos parece bonita e a realidade que nos parece bonita na medida em que foi fotografada é curtíss...
Le Bien ne laisse aucune trace matérielle – et donc aucune trace, car vous savez ce que vaut la gratitude des hommes. Rien ne s’oublie aussi vite que le Bien. Pire: rien ne passe aussi inaperçu que le Bien, puisque le Bien véritable ne dit pas...
