Yet as the days went by and the pains in my feet subsided, I began to look back on my little adventure with a hint of fondness. When it comes to memories, it seems we all have an editor within who will—if it’ll make for a good story—revise the ...
You have to come to your closed doors before you get to your open doors... What if you knew you had to go through 32 closed doors before you got to your open door? Well, then you'd come to closed door number eight and you'd think, 'Great, I got anoth...
My fans saw 'Roll Bounce,' but also that older crowd who might not have been familiar with me on the music tip saw 'Roll Bounce' and loved it. 'Roll Bounce' opened up that door for me to have older people love Bow Wow and opened up that door so all o...
Arik and Cadie always knew they wouldn't be one of those couples that let problems between them fester. They would immediately address any issues that arose, bring them out into the open, discuss them until they reached a mutually satisfactory conclu...
There is nothing more wonderful than a book. It may be a message to us from the dead, from human souls we never saw who lived perhaps thousands of miles away, and yet these little sheets of paper speak to us, arouse us, teach us, open our hearts and ...
O prejudice, prejudice, prejudice, how many hast thou destroyed! Men who might have been wise have remained fools because they thought they were wise. Many judge what the gospel ought to be, but do not actually enquire as to what it is. They do not c...
The hand that stretches the bow must open like a child's hand opens. What sometimes hinders the precision of the shot is the archer's over-active will. He thinks: "What I fail to do will not be done", and that's not quite how things work. Man should ...
Archivist: In your Revelation, you spoke of the consequences of an individual's life rippling through eternity. Does this mean that you believe in an afterlife? In a heaven or a hell? Sonmi-451: I believe death is only a door. When it closes, another...
[Yente has returned from the post office] Yente: The postman told me there was a letter for your sister, Hodel. Tzeitel: Thank you, I'll go and get it. Yente: I got it. It's, ah, from her intended, Perchik. Tzeitel: Oh, she'll be so happy, she's been...
Maurice Fischer: [Robert opens the vault to see Maurice on his death bed struggling to say something] Disa... disap... disappointed Fischer: I know, Dad. I know you were disappointed I couldn't be you. Maurice Fischer: No. No, no. I was disappointed....
Brand: Do not open the air hatch. I repeat, do not open... Dr. Mann: Brand? I don't know what he said to you, but I am taking command of the Endurance, and then we can talk about completing the mission. Brand: Dr. Mann, listen to me... Dr. Mann: This...
Left Door Knocker: Huh. Doesn't want his ring back in his mouth, eh? Can't say I blame him. [Sarah holds the Right Door Knocker's nose so that he has to open his mouth; she stuffs the ring back in and knocks; the door opens] Sarah: Sorry. Right Door ...
Charlie Prince: [after setting his coach on fire] Where is he? Crawley: Open the door. Open the door. Let me outta here, god damn it. Charlie Prince: Where did they take him? Crawley: I don't know. Charlie Prince: Mister, you better tell me... where ...
General Käutner: Obersturmführer, open your safe. Günther Franken: Of course. Which files would you like to see? General Käutner: None. You're suspected of killing rich Jews. There's nothing wrong with that. But you've been looting the bodies and...
Poetry is a will to put things right, an imaginary solution, a way of avoiding a catastrophe that already happened. Poetry is an escape, perhaps intelligent, perhaps idiotic, from a senile situation. It is a dialectical movement, it keeps tearing ope...
It was Chase who had obtained the information from the girl’s boyfriend during a party in an Irish pub, simply by using his British friendliness and charm.
It was so difficult to dress appropriately when the seasons changed – the British weather was the nothing if not erratic. Spring was the worst – freezing in Brighton this morning and then practically tropical in Knightsbridge in the afternoon.
Can I fetch you something, madam? A cup of tea?’ In the old days she’d have been ‘miss’ and he’d have offered her a cocktail.
Vesta was so good with paperwork – you could hand her a file of drab, seemingly dull information and she’d construct a story from it worthy of a novel.
Didn’t young people care what the generation before them had achieved? And if not, why had everyone gone through those grim difficult wartime years?
The dream of empire died when Shanghai surrendered without a fight. Even at the age of 11 or 12, I knew that no amount of patriotic newsreels would put the Union Jack jigsaw together again. From then on, I was slightly suspicious of all British adult...
