Historians once assumed that when childhood mortality was high, people must not have loved their children very much; it would have been too painful. Research has since proved that assumption wrong.
Epidemiologists study patterns in order to combat infection. Stories about epidemics follow patterns, too. Stories aren't often deadly, but they can be virulent: spreading fast, weakening resistance, wreaking havoc.
James Taylor may be an all-American boy but he isn't Horatio Alger, and the lionizing of many rock stars by the rock press has as much to do with old fashioned rags-to-riches stories as does the straight culture's deification of its idols.
Lorenzo: [narrating about Father Bobby] I told him about the torture, the beating and the rapes. I told him about four frightened boys who prayed to Father Bobby's God for help that never came. I told him everything.
[after the boys have fallen into a lake] Vern: I told you we should of stuck to the tracks. Teddy: Is it me, or are you the world's biggest pussy? Vern: I suppose this is fun for you? Teddy: No... but this is. [Teddy dunks Vern into the lake]
In Ronald Reagan's chaotic childhood, the imagination was armor. There is nothing unusual about that; transcending the doubts, hesitations, and fears swirling around you by casting yourself internally as the hero of your own adventure story is a char...
The hardest thing about my job isn't the snake bites or the crocodiles, it's being away from my children. I have a really religious satellite phone call every day back to the boys, wherever we are, whatever time zone, to say goodnight.
I think by my father owning a store, I was definitely aware of the commercial aspect of selling clothes. His shop was a place I enjoyed spending time in as a boy, so I learned things almost by osmosis at times, by literally just being around all the ...
Once upon a time, growing up male gave little boys a sense of certainty about the natural order of things. We had short hair, wore pants, and played baseball. Girls had long hair, wore skirts, and, no matter how hard they tried, always threw a baseba...
'Boneless,' even though we were thinking about servicing it to radio, it made more sense putting a vocal on there. This was actually the first time that I really looked at doing a song for radio and kind of let go of some control and listened to a lo...
[Arriving at the school, Mathieu sees a small boy waiting by the gate] Clément Mathieu: What are you doing? Pépinot enfant: I'm waiting for Saturday. My father is coming to collect me. Clément Mathieu: But it's not Saturday today.
Warden Marshall Krutch: You know, I didn't know where to count your boy at first... him being half-Indian. But I did him a favor. I counted him as a white man. Truman Capote: You're a kind and generous man.
Harvey 'Big Daddy' Pollitt: I'm gonna pick me a choice woman and I'm gonna smother her in minks and choke her with diamonds. Boy, I'm gonna be happy.
Frances Stevens: I called the police from your room and told them who you are and everything you've been doing tonight. John Robie: Everything? The boys must have really enjoyed *that* at headquarters!
Lewis: Can that chubby boy handle himself? Ed: Bobby? He's rather well thought of in his field, Lewis. Lewis: Insurance? Shit. I never been insured in my life. I don't believe in insurance. There's no risk.
Sergeant Pepper: [at the inactive battlefield] Some of the boys are saying that if we ain't gonna fight we could just settle the whole business with a little high stakes poker. Wouldn't that be a sight... a bunch of fellas sitting in the middle of th...
Basie: What did you say your name was boy? Jamie: Jamie and I'm building a man-flying kite and writing a book called Contract Bridge. Basie: Jim a new name for a new life.
Teasle: Are you telling me that 200 of our men against your boy is a no-win situation for us? Trautman: You send that many, don't forget one thing. Teasle: What? Trautman: A good supply of body bags.
Rat: The boy is being held in an apple crate on top of a gun cabinet in the attic of Bean Annex. Mr. Fox: Would you have told me if I hadn't killed you first? Rat: Never.
Deputy Marshal Samuel Gerard: So he showed up not dead yet. Let that be a lesson to you, boys and girls. Don't ever argue with the big dog, because the big dog is always right. Marshal Biggs: Woo-woo-woo-woof.
Dr Ray Stantz: Alright boys... Ready? Throw it! [Ghostbusters fire away at Slimer; chandelier falls to the floor] Dr Ray Stantz: I did that, I did that... That's my fault. Dr. Peter Venkman: It's OK; the table broke the fall.
