Bartlett: Hilts, how do you breathe? Hilts: Oh, we got a steel rod with hinges on it. We'll shove it up and make air holes as we go along. [to Ramsey] Hilts: G'night, sir. [Walks out] MacDonald: Why didn't anyone think of that before? It's so stupid,...
Dean McCoppin: Get back! I said get back! I mean it! The Iron Giant: No. Stop. Wait. Hogarth Hughes: It was an accident. He's our friend. Dean McCoppin: He's a piece of hardware, Hogarth. Why did you think the army was here? He's a weapon, a big... b...
Tony Stark: [a hole in his chest] I just want you to reach in, and gently lift the wire out. Virginia 'Pepper' Potts: Is it safe? Tony Stark: Yeah. It should be fine. It's just like Operation, just don't let it touch the socket. Virginia 'Pepper' Pot...
Rita: Now, Ms. Cossell, in all the time that you've known them, have you ever questioned Sam's ability as a father? Annie: Never. Rita: Never? Annie: Never. Look at Lucy. She's strong. She displays true empathy for people, all kinds of people. I know...
Quentin: Gentlemen, I have some good news and some bad news. Which would you prefer? Thick Kevin: Good news. Quentin: Okay. The good news is the engine has exploded and we're all going to die. Dave: Hello, Dr Dave, Radio Rock. How is that good news? ...
Jack: Listen, man. Cammi gets off in an hour, so I was thinking I'd just hang around and have a drink, and make sure she gets home safe. Miles Raymond: You're joking, right? Jack: No. Miles Raymond: Un-fucking-believable. Can't we just... go back to ...
Verbal: I came clean; I told it like it happened on the boat. So what if I left out how I got there. It was so full of holes the DA would have told me to blow amnesty up my ass. So you got what you wanted out of me, so big fucking deal. Dave Kujan: S...
Tallahassee: Bill Murray, you're a zombie? [Wichita hits Bill in his back with a golf club] Bill Murray: [cries in pain] Ow, I'm on fire! Ouch! Tallahassee: You're not a zombie, you're talking and... You're okay? Bill Murray: The hell I am. Wichita: ...
She was this girl living in a bottomless hole of her thoughts. One day she saw a light. She felt the warmth and walked in its direction. It was there that she found him. He spoke to her and wove tendrils of love on her heart. His compassion was over ...
One is never alone with a book nearby, don't you agree? Every page reminds us of a day that has passed and makes us relive the emotions that filled it. Happy hours underlined in red pencil, dark ones in black...
I was woken by a shell-burst in the trench of sleep. Heart skipping, with eyes fighting light, my thoughts sprang up like a field of starlings startled by a farmer's gunshot, a thousand separate, autonomous specks that swirled into a single united bl...
Is that the ultimate need? To secure some agent to act as a salve, a bandage, a cover-up, concealer over the black eye, as opposed to facing the issue head on. Nobody wants to address the fist. We’d all much rather take something for the pain and m...
The trouble with space is, there's so much of it. An ocean of blackness without any shore. A neverending nothing. And here, all alone in the million billion miles of midnight, is one solitary moving speck. A fragile parcel filled with sleeping people...
If people are troubled by their view, they ought to offer these New Orleanians, and black and poor people in the places like the Lower Ninth Ward around the country, a reason to believe otherwise.
Immediately Chelsea latched onto her wrist and pulled Veronica’s hand toward the cup. “Nonsense.” Chelsea’s eyes narrowed in on Veronica. Her eyes turned black and her mouth opened slightly, revealing her fangs. “Now drink up, researcher. D...
My fingers slipped into his thick, black hair and held tightly. He paused, not wanting to pull away. I didn’t let him. I was going to say goodbye properly. I held tightly, pressing my lips to his, soft at first then hard with desire.
I will not let her speak because I love her, and when you love someone, you do not make them tell war stories. A war story is a black space. On the one side is before and on the other side is after, and what is inside belongs only to the dead.
Yes, Marya thought, the smell of woodsmoke and old snow pushing back her long black hair. Magic does that. It wastes you away. Once it grips you by the ear, the real world gets quieter and quieter, until you can hardly hear it at all.
L shot Maki a disappointed look. But soon he forgot everything when Misa Amane appeared onstage. Enraptured he began to cheer with the girls in black lace and frilly skirts.
When you observe that the fire in your room is getting dull, you do not always put on more coal, but simply stir with the poker; so God often uses the black poker of adversity in order that the flames of devotion may burn more brightly.
We are drawn to the Renaissance because of the hope for black uplift and interracial empathy that it embodied and because there is a certain element of romanticism associated with the era’s creativity, its seemingly larger than life heroes and hero...
