Yuri Orlov: [when a gun is aimed at him point-blank] Oh, the new MP-5. Would you like a silencer for that?
Karol Karol: [to the man who wanted help committing suicide] That was a blank. The next one's real. Are you sure?
Each morning my characters greet me with misty faces willing, though chilled, to muster for another day's progress through the dazzling quicksand the marsh of blank paper.
I always thought I'd like my own tombstone to be blank. No epitaph, and no name. Well, actually, I'd like it to say 'figment.'
I have a huge respect for writers and realise that this is not an area that I find easy. I doubt that I would have the patience in front of a blank sheet of paper to become a writer.
The pages are still blank, but there is a miraculous feeling of the words being there, written in invisible ink and clamoring to become visible.
People do more for their fellows than return favors and punish cheaters. They often perform generous acts without the slightest hope for payback ranging from leaving a tip in a restaurant they will never visit again to throwing themselves on a live g...
I became skilled at covering my tracks, filling in the blanks. Sometimes the blanks were never filled. At other times, I would recall places where I had been or things I had done as if from a dream, which made the playback of my father and other men ...
Nothing snubs quite like a cat. What evolutionary purpose did it serve, this inherent disdain, this artful blanking?
...the answer is not in the damn blank page - it's in the days or years before and you have to dredge it up - exhume the past again ...
and yet a child’s utter innocence is but its blank ignorance, and the innocence more or less wanes as intelligence waxes.
Erik got to his feet, aware of her watching him, and tried not to preen at the frank admiration in her eyes. Preening was not manly.
He was conscious of nothing except the blankness of the page in front of him, the itching of the skin above his ankle, the blaring of the music, and a slight booziness caused by the gin.
Losing Chloe had been like reading a wonderfulook only to realize that all the pages past a certain point were blank.
You going to be a scientist when you grow up?” That sort of question deserved a blank stare, which it got.
My printer printed off blank pages. Is my printer out of ink, or do I just have nothing to say?
Routine is the one thing the can get you killed. It tells the enemy where you're going and when you're going to be there.
A jet may be perfect for breaking the speed of sound, but a brick is designed to break the speed of silence. Just listen to that quietness.
Blankets could be used to make perimeter walls, to keep out an invading army wielding pillows instead of swords.
A brick could be analyzed in the lab, broken down into olfactory components, and repackaged as an air freshener that promises that “new home” smell.
A brick could be used as a bottle opener. Just don’t smash down too hard, or you’ll shatter the bottle.
