Jess: So what is she? Harry Burns: Attractive. Jess: But not BEAUTIFUL, right?
Poetry, I feel, is a tyrannical discipline. You've got to go so far so fast in such a small space; you've got to burn away all the peripherals.
By burning Luther's books you may rid your bookshelves of him, but you will not rid men's minds of him.
Books won't stay banned. They won't burn. Ideas won't go to jail.
You burned the city of London in our houses and we felt the flames.
Firefighters go where they're needed, sometimes ignoring the dangers even when no one is inside a burning building to be saved.
Keep burning the flame of discontent within you until you get the joy of satisfaction.
No ashes are lighter than those of incense, and few things burn out sooner.
The heat around young actors burns out. Natural ability and magnetism only get you so far. The rest is hard work.
When you discover your mission, you will feel its demand. It will fill you with enthusiasm and a burning desire to get to work on it.
Britain, which in the years immediately before this war was rapidly losing such democratic virtues as it possessed, is now being bombed and burned into democracy.
In his suicide note, Kurt Cobain wrote, "It's better to burn out than to fade away." He was quoting a Neil Young song about Johnny Rotten of the Sex Pistols. When I was twenty-four, I interviewed John Lennon. I asked him about this sentiment, one tha...
I’ve never needed a bodyguard, Evan.” His hands stilled on the glasses. “Maybe that isn’t such a bad idea now.” “It’s a terrible idea. I would never want anyone watching every move I make. It’s unnerving. There are fresh lemons in the...
No guinea of earned money should go to rebuilding the college on the old plan just as certainly none could be spent upon building a college upon a new plan: therefore the guinea should be earmarked "Rags. Petrol. Matches." And this note should be att...
I took the dog out for a walk tonight, and together we wandered across the meadow next door. It was a warm summer's night, dark, and moonless. There were a handful of fireflies flickering intermittently, some so close to me I could see they were burn...
Jellon Lamb: Forgive me, sir, but I've been stuck here with no one but this sorry sack of Hibernian pig shit for conversation. Poor, poor Dan O'Reilly. Sit, sir. Drink with me. [Charlie cocks his gun and points it to Lamb] Charlie Burns: One more cra...
I threw myself into that fire, threw myself into it, into him, and let myself burn.
I was going to fight vampires, and my name wasn't Buffy--I was so screwed.
Don't read it. Just shred and burn, or your eyes will melt.
On Sunday mornings, as the dawn burned into day, swarms of gulls descended on the uncollected trash, hovering and dropping in the cold clear light.
I had no tears to shed nor a prayer for the deceased... There is no hope for the hopeless.
