Every year, about 10 billion farm animals go through America's horrific factory farm system: cows, pigs, chickens, sheep, lamb. There, they are subjected to unimaginable and torturous confinement in vast factories where they never see the light of da...
Wanda: What are you thinking, Archie? Archie: I'm just trying to think of one good reason why I should take you to South America with me. Wanda: How about... because I have the key to the safety deposit box? [pause] Archie: That's a... Wanda, Archie...
Young Patsy: Hey, stop by for you later! Young Noodles: Yeah, but knock here on the john first! My old man's praying, and my old lady's crying, and the light's turned off. What the hell should I go home for? At least in here I can read...
[Prohibition is repealed] Noodles: Hey, Maxie. Max! How much money we got put away? Max: Why? Noodles: Because we're unemployed. Max: About a million bucks. Carol: Oh, yeah? Where'd you put it? Max: In my underwear. Carol: I'd have found it there...
[changing his baby son's diaper] Police Chief Aiello: Hey, hey, let Papa change you. Come on, everything will be swell. Come on, come on, come on... [removes the diaper] Police Chief Aiello: What the fuck is this? What is this? Huh? What's that? LOOK...
[In 1931, Max greets Noodles, who has just gotten out after 10 years in prison] Max: Can I take that for you, sir? Your limousine is waiting. [takes Noodles' bag] Noodles: Maxie... Max: You're looking good. Noodles: You're looking a little better.
[In 1968, Noodles notices a picture] Noodles: What is this? Carol: Opening night. Fifteen years ago. Noodles: [pointing at a familiar person in the picture] Who's this? Carol: Patron saint of the place. Some actress. Noodles: Do you know her? Carol: ...
Red: There must be a con like me in every prison in America. I'm the guy who can get if for you; cigarettes, a bag of reefer, if that's your thing, a bottle of brandy to celebrate your kid's high school graduation, damn near anything within reason. Y...
The diversity of America is a strength of the country, and I don't think that we use that. We don't talk about our strengths. I mean, having so many diverse people in this country from all aspects of all over the world, and we don't use that. I think...
I am convinced that, despite what you think of Obama, I don't think Obama has a person-to-person connection with people. I think people love him because of his race and feel sorry for him, object of sympathy. I think people feel he's a victim, he por...
I lived in South Africa until I was 11 when we first immigrated. My mom had sent me back there when I was 14 for summer vacation. I wasn't doing very well in school, my grades were slipping. I called my mom one day and told her that I wasn't coming b...
[first lines] Christy: [voiceover] There's some things you should wish for and some things you shouldn't. That's what my little brother Frankie told me. He told me I only had three wishes, and I looked into his eyes, and I don't know why I believed h...
In contrast to England, half of whose literature seems to revolve around houses and estates, houses and estates being ready extensions of character, America has always found more value in the act of leaving one house for something larger and ostensib...
When I was 18, I went to the Soviet Union. I kept hearing that America was planning to bomb them - lots of bombs were going to come down on these people. I went there not knowing anything, except that I thought the whole thing was stupid and that I w...
She opened her eyes to find a strange man above her. "Ahh," he sighed. "Your eyes are the color of jade. I imagined them to be dark, like your hair. How strange." She continued to stare at him without a word. His figure loomed over her, and he stared...
The shiny black nose of a fox appears through her door before the rest of it steps tentatively across the wooden floor to where she’s cooking. A pile of children’s clothes lie discarded in a corner of the room. The fox knows what she is cooking a...
Could I be brave enough to look lower? I could. His black tee shirt licked his hard body and I could only guess what was hidden underneath it. His faded jeans hung dangerously low, revealing a slice of his narrow hips, and I could easily imagine the ...
That is what the Slave Trade was all about. Not death from poxes and musketry and whippings and malnutrition and melancholy and suicide: death itself. For before the white men came to Guinea to strip-mine field hands. ... black people did not die ......
Penguin Classic, with the orange bands at the top and bottom; and the Gill Sans thirty-sixpoint title, all caps, centered and medium weight, in black on the white band in the middle. One of the designer Tschichold's prouder moments, when he finally w...
Night was a very different matter. It was dense, thicker than the very walls, and it was empty, so black, so immense that within it you could brush against appalling things and feel roaming and prowling around a strange, mysterious horror.
Julio was willing to bet that Officer "I've Seen It All" Mac had never seen a horde of black-skinned demons wearing rags and armor and carrying swords and spears, dragging a naked woman and a chubby boy by a rope. No, he was willing to bet his left n...
