Washington Hogwallop: Mrs. Hogwallop up and R-U-N-N-O-F-T. Ulysses Everett McGill: She musta been lookin' for answers. Washington Hogwallop: Possibly. Good riddance as far as I'm concerned. I do miss her cookin' though. Delmar O'Donnell: This stew's ...
Ulysses Everett McGill: Why are you telling our gals that I was hit by a train? Penny Wharvey McGill: Lots of respectable people have been hit by trains. Judge Hobbie over in Cookville was hit by a train. What was I gonna tell them, that you got sent...
Rupert Cadell: After all, murder is - or should be - an art. Not one of the 'seven lively', perhaps, but an art nevertheless. And, as such, the privilege of committing it should be reserved for those few who are really superior individuals. Brandon S...
the art of reading, it occupies your mind no matter at any situation or mood you're in..bringing you to completely different world, the enchanting world of the characters..giving you the best feeling after reading it..the art of writing, it shows who...
Our planning consisted of starting up our project by generating some income through t-shirts and small products. Then we worked our way up with art shows and art projects that I’m creating under our collective. Only then did we announce the comic b...
If they would all sleep all the time she wouldn't mind being their mother.
The point is not how we use a tool, but how it uses us.
Sa më e pabesueshme të jetë një histori, aq më lehtë e besojnë njerëzit atë.
happy is the nation without a history
There is the truth of history, and there is the truth of what a person remembers.
People always fear what they don't understand, Evangeline. History proves that.
Do what you know needs to be done.
We are exactly what our history made us to be.
You can't just wipe away your history.
History wasn't precisely revered for its accuracy at the best of times.
If you look back at the history of the twentieth century, Germany alone had practically destroyed Russia several times.
He who doesn't understand history is doomed to repeat it.
There was something so heavy about the burden of history, of the past.
Mrs. Friedman lived in a happy snow globe of AP History.
How quickly he fell; how soon it was over.
What was the point of living through history if you didn't record it?
