For me, I guess the general reason for using social media is that the connection I have with people who are interested in my music is extremely important to me. That connection is like the pillar in everything I do. I want to embrace that connection ...
A placebo is a phony cure that works. This is very hard for the medical profession to get their teeth around because they hate placebos, but scientifically, placebos work in about 30% of cases that are psychogenic diseases.
The men in those old days of the seventeenth century, when in constant dread of attacks by Indians, always rose when the services were ended and left the house before the women and children, thus making sure the safe exit of the latter.
Anorexia and bulimia seem to be getting much more common in boys, men, and women of all ages and socioeconomic backgrounds; they are also becoming more common in racial groups previously thought to be impervious to the problem.
Women have the same privileges and opportunities as men, given the New Testament. Relegating women to second-class citizenship was abolished when Jesus died on the cross.
My first day of high school, I wore brown boys' corduroys that my mom had sewn Sesame Street elastic into - they were my coolest pants - and a lime green Patagonia fleece that my mom found at Goodwill. I loved fleece.
I used to be prettier than I am, but I think I look better now. I was a pretty boy. Particularly in my early movies. I don't like looking at them so much. There's a sort of pretty thing about me.
It's too bad that there aren't as many light comedies around in the movies as there were when I was making pictures like 'The Bachelor and the Bobby-Soxer.' The boys are just not writing them. Many writers are more serious now than they used to be, a...
Juvenile Delinquent: [to Antoine about another boy in the reformatory] He escaped a week ago, but they got him. Around here to escape is bad enough, but getting caught is worse.
Paul Hackett: Boy, I'm sorry. I guess I've really been runnin' you through the mill tonight. Marcy: It's okay, I'm used to it.
Clorette De Pasto: Dad! Mom, Dad, this is Larry Kroger. The boy who molested me last month. We have to get married.
Jonathan Brewster: [to Dr. Einstein] This is the home of my youth... As a boy, I couldn't wait to escape from this house. Now, I'm glad to escape back into it.
Colonel Kilgore: [Explaining why the helicopters play music during air assaults] We use Wagner. It scares the shit out of the slopes. My boys love it!
Brandon: So what's your name? Candace: [laughs] Candace. I hate it though. I'm thinking of changing it. Brandon: Sometimes that helps. I'm Brandon.
Nicole: You don't seem like you're from around here. Brandon: Where... where do I seem like I'm from? Nicole: Someplace... beautiful.
Tom Nissen: [about John] Doctors say he got no impulse control. I'm the only one who can control that fucker.
Butch Cassidy: Once they divide up, we take them, no trouble, right? Sundance Kid: Maybe. Butch Cassidy: Boy, for a gunman, you're one hell of a pessimist.
Charles "Chuckie" Sol: What do you want? [the Phantasm points his right arm at Chuckie] The Phantasm: I want you, Chuckie boy.
[to two members of the KKK, while pretending to capture Bart] Jim: Oh, boys! Lookee what I got heyuh. Bart: Hey, where the white women at?
[first lines] Lyle: Come on, boys! The way you're lollygaggin' around here with them picks and them shovels, you'd think it was a hundert an' twenty degree. Can't be more than a hundert an' fourteen.
[grabbing Abby from behind after breaking into Ray's house] Marty: Lover boy really oughta lock his door. Lotta nuts out there.
