Slinky Dog: I thought we were going to the attic?
Ken: No one appreciates clothes here, Barbie! No one.
Love stories are probably all I've ever been able to write or want to write.
The story of the human race is the story of men and women selling themselves short.
It's not an easy thing to tell a true story.
What I like in comedies are really two things: stories that are character-driven and stories that are rooted in authenticity.
History is full of blank spaces, but good stories, invariably, are not.
The short story, on the other hand, is the perfect American form.
Brick Pollitt: Why'd you let Mama buy all this stuff? Harvey 'Big Daddy' Pollitt: The human animal is a beast that must die. If he's got money, he buys and buys and buys everything he can, in the crazy hope one of those things will be life-everlastin...
Big Evil: That's when we fucking graduate. We fucking get the upgrade right now. Not fucking gonna be little fucking paisas no fucking more. Right? That's what we're gonna do. Demon: I'm with you. Big Evil: They want to come into our fucking hood and...
Dreams set the bar for what we hope and expect out of life; they ultimately become incredibly accurate predictors of who we will eventually become. Dream big and you will achieve big things. Dream small and expect small results. It is not that big dr...
I think it's your bosoms." Rand Surveyed him critically. "The dress wouldn't be as tight if they weren;t so large. I think your bosoms are too big." Alexei looked down at his overstuffed chest. "Can bosoms ever be too big?" Not real bosoms perhaps, b...
Margaret "Maggie" Pollitt: This is a deliberate campaign to ruin Brick! Mae Pollitt: He don't need no help. Margaret "Maggie" Pollitt: [crying] And for the most sordid reasons on earth! Greed! Avarice and greed! Ida 'Big Momma' Pollitt: Margaret, dar...
Blue Stanton: [begins to silently sing, gradually getting lowder] 'Cause baby there ain't no mountain high enough, ain't no valley low enough, ain't... Big Ju: [slaps Blue's arm] Blue. Shut up. I don't want to see your smilin' and shuff in' and hear ...
Billy Ray Valentine: [Billy Ray is in jail] I wish my bitches would get here. I ain't got time to be sitting in this cell with you. Even Bigger Black Guy: Where are your bitches, Mr. Big-Time Pimp? Big Black Guy: Yeah! Billy Ray Valentine: [to cellma...
As far as I can figure, the way that it works is this: everyone has something that happened to them. The thing that we each carry. And you can see it in people, if you look. See it in the way someone walks, in the way someone takes a compliment, some...
Supposing an emperor was persuaded to wear a new suit of clothes whose material was so fine that, to the common eye, the clothes weren't there. And suppose a little boy pointed out this fact in a loud, clear voice... Then you have The Story of the Em...
The story of Andrew Ewing is partly one of rags to riches – but there is more to it than that, since his business success was combined with a generosity of spirit that led him to give away a fortune in pursuit of his ultimate ambition to die a poor...
A necessary part of our intelligence is on the line as the oral tradition becomes less and less important. There was a time throughout our land when it was common for stories to be told and retold, a most valuable exercise, for the story retold is th...
This is the story of how Dad lived with his lung cancer. But it is much more. Through his illness and the miracles we experienced, I came to see that Dad's was not just a journey. It was a journey home. Home to God.
I used to believe my father about everything but then I had children myself & now I see how much stuff you make up just to keep yourself from going crazy.
