It's very rare to have a patient who isn't absolutely delighted when you say, 'I read your feedback. The session didn't go well. You actually got more upset, and I made about three really horrible errors.' If you do that from the heart and not as a g...
As a scholar, you don't want to repeat yourself, ever. You're supposed to say it once, publish it, and then it's published, and you don't say it again. If someone comes and gives a scholarly paper about something they've already published, that's jus...
Albert Camus's 'La Peste' - 'The Plague' - had an enormous impact on me when I read it in high school French class, and I chose my senior yearbook quote from it. In college, I wrote a philosophy class paper on Camus and Sartre, and again chose my yea...
When I address admitted students each spring, I ask them to consider two questions: Why would Harvard be the right place for the person I am? Why would it be the right place for the person that I want to become? These questions, in my mind, get at th...
Mais alors, comment élargir le réseau partenarial, exploiter les synergies, réveiller les talents et les gisements de productivité ? Assurément, c’est une question importante et difficile, mais incontournable, largement explicité les pages pr...
Racists will always call you a racist when you identify their racism. To love yourself now - is a form of racism. We are the only people who are criticized for loving ourselves. and white people think when you love yourself you hate them. No, when I ...
We knew the pain of winter rushing up your skirt, and the ache of keeping your knees together in class, and how drab and infuriating it was to jump rope while the boys played baseball. We could never understand why the girls cared so much about being...
Much protective self-criticism stems from growing up around people who wouldn't or couldn't love you, and it's likely they still can't or won't. In general, however, the more you let go of the tedious delusion of your own unattractiveness, the easier...
One day, the infielders were having a pretty bad time and were making some bad throws to me at first base. After digging a few out of the dirt, Joe Orengo called over to me, 'Atta boy, John, you look like a big cat.' Some of the writers overheard the...
Alex: You needn't take it any further, sir. You've proved to me that all this ultraviolence and killing is wrong, wrong, and terribly wrong. I've learned me lesson, sir. I've seen now what I've never seen before. I'm cured! Praise god! Dr. Brodsky: Y...
Santa Claus: Come on up on Santa's lap, here's a wet one. And what's your name little boy? And what do you want for Christmas, Billy? A toy truck? Get him off my lap and get my a towel. [Billy is pushed down the slide] Santa Claus: Oh, I hate the sme...
Two-Face: [threatening Jimmy with a gun] Tell your boy it's going to be all right, Gordon. Lie, like I lied. Lt. James Gordon: It's going to be all right, son. [Two-Face flips the coin; Batman tackles him and they fall; the coin lands good-side up]
Mrs. Emma du Maurier: A word with you, Mr. Barrie, before you go. We'll only be a few minutes. Sylvia Llewelyn Davies: Boys, why don't you go and play in the garden, go on. Michael Llewelyn Davies: Is he in trouble? Because I've been alone with Grand...
Don Corleone: How's your boy? Michael: He's good. Don Corleone: You know, he looks more like you every day. Michael: He's smarter than I am. Three years old, and he can already read the funny papers. Don Corleone: [laughs] Read the funny papers...
M. Gustave: [Regarding "Boy with Apple"] I'll never part with it. It reminded her of me; it will remind me of her, always. I'll die with this picture above my bed. See the resemblance? Zero: Oh... oh, yes. M. Gustave: [Just minutes later] Actually, w...
Trip: Let me tell you something, boy. You can march like the white man, you can talk like him. You can sing his songs, you can even wear his suits. But, you ain't NEVER gonna be nothing to him, than an ugly ass chimp... in a blue suit.
Captain Ramius: I miss the peace of fishing like when I was a boy. Forty years I've been at sea. A war at sea. A war with no battles, no monuments... only casualties. I widowed her the day I married her. My wife died while I was at sea, you know.
Albus Dumbledore: Draco, years ago I knew a boy who made all the wrong choices. Please let me help you! Draco Malfoy: [crying] I don't need your help! Don't you understand? I have to do this! I have to kill you... or he's gonna kill me!
Perry: [to the audience] Thanks for coming, please stay for the end credits, if you're wondering who the best boy is, it's somebody's nephew, um, don't forget to validate your parking, and to all you good people in the Midwest, sorry we said fuck so ...
Big Chris: I've got some bad news for you, John. John: What the fuck? [Chris closes tanning parlor on John] Big Chris: Mind your language in front of the boy! John: Jesus Christ! [Chris does it again] Big Chris: That includes blasphemy as well!
Tristan: Alfred's going to do well wherever he is. Colonel Ludlow: Except here with us. Tristan: That's my fault. Colonel Ludlow: I didn't say that. Tristan: I couldn't bring Samuel back home alive either, could I? Colonel Ludlow: Don't you dare say ...
