Once you find out that someone likes a certain game on Facebook, now you know what kind of virtual gift you can get them. You can send them a little decoration. Social games give you goals where you can help and reward your friends.
As far as how I create games, I'm just reflecting what I feel, the things I have in my mind. I put those out there. Some of the things that I'm going through, the things that surround me, might be reflected there. But for me, it's a natural process. ...
One strange quality of writing about political campaigns is that it's a little like writing about a baseball game inning by inning. We presume we can say something about the final result from the state of play a third of the way through. You can when...
Effie Trinket: We're a team, aren't we? And I'm so proud of my victors. So proud. You're so... Well, you both deserved so much better. Katniss Everdeen: Thank you, Effie. Effie Trinket: I am truly sorry.
Finnick Odair: Well, I guess we're not holding hands anymore. Katniss Everdeen: You think that's funny? Finnick Odair: Everytime that cannon goes off, it's music to my ears. I don't care about any of them. Katniss Everdeen: Good to hear.
Julien Jeanvier: [voice-off] To win this game you need a pretty box, a pretty girl and to hell with the rest! [music] Julien Jeanvier: ... And that's how we won the game... together... happy. And deep in concrete we finally shared our childhood dream...
Sherlock Holmes: Dear, dear, sickly sweet Nanny. Might I have a word? [He uncovers the tray in her hands, revealing white rats under glass] Sherlock Holmes: Yummy. Feed the snake, woman. Mrs. Hudson: You feed it! Sherlock Holmes: Touchy, touchy.
[first lines] Dr. John Watson: [voice-over] The year was 1891. Storm clouds were brewing over Europe. France and Germany were at each other's throats, the result of a series of bombings. Some said it was the Nationalists. Others, the anarchists. But ...
I don't know a lot of show runners. I mean I met a lot of them in picket lines. I'm not part of a, like, secret society or pickup basketball game. As far as I'm concerned, pick-up basketball games are secret societies. They confuse me. I've never bee...
My ultimate game - or at least one I would really like to see - would be something where it was like the beginning of George R. R. Martin's 'Game of Thrones', where you're Ned Stark, and you know that one of your friends has been murdered, and you go...
I've learned over the years that if you start thinking about the race, it stresses you out a little bit. I just try to relax and think about video games, what I'm gonna do after the race, what I'm gonna do just to chill. Stuff like that to relax a li...
When they killed him, Mother wouldn't hold her peace, so they slit her throat. I was stupid then, being only nine, and I fought to save them both. But the thorns held me tight. I've learned to appreciate thorns since. The thorns taught me the game. T...
Manfred: [to Scrat] Hey, buddy. Have you seen any humans go by here? [Scrats mimes charade game] Sid: Ooh, ooh, ooh! I love this game, I love this game! Let's see. First word... [Scrat mimes packing down snow] Sid: Stomp. No, Stamp. Manfred: Let me t...
I can’t believe I’ve missed this sport. It’s all about fingering holes and caressing balls.
He balled his hand into a fist. "You are such a bitch." "Woof, woof," I said.
Let him lust for you until he has blue balls
It would be Beyonce Knowles, because we are around the same age and I think she sings very, very well.
My, oh my, how 'Sometimes When We Touch' has travelled since I solemnly wrote my first version at the age of 19.
The last thing I wanted was to be with someone who's the same age as me and wanted the limelight, wanted the attention. There's lots of girls out there who do.
I was given a stethoscope in a child's 'doctor's bag' at about age six and I loved it! One could hear the heart beating through that plastic toy.
From a very young age, militarism and trying to solve the world's problems through militarism is something that has always resonated with me as being a bad idea.
