On page 605, Blumenthal says that 'I made friends with Hitchens's friends the novelists Martin Amis and Salman Rushdie.' True in its way. I particularly remember the occasion when he called me up and invited me to dinner with Dick Morris, but only on...
I spoke a word in anger To one who was my friend, Like a knife it cut him deeply, A wound that was hard to mend. That word, so thoughtlessly uttered, I would we could both forget, But its echo lives and memory gives The recollection yet. How many hea...
Faith should be a tool to set us free, not a means to fuel a fascist agenda seeking to impede the civil liberties of the "us"s. The first shall be last and the last shall be first... therefore, those who stand for their Pius self-righteousness in ord...
Putting into words what exactly was off is not easy. I myself don’t even understand it. It was like a replica of my best friend was sitting in front of me, saying well-rehearsed lines at the wrong cues whilst I struggled to remember my dialogues. I...
It is difficult to see ourselves as we are. Sometimes we are fortunate enough to have good friends, lovers or others who will do us the good service of telling us the truth about ourselves. When we don't, we can so easily delude ourselves, lose a sen...
Agnes: If this is the best you can do, don't bother. Go home, and keep your perfume. We just pretend to be friends because there's no one else to be with. You know what the most boring thing I've ever done is? When you took me to that wheelchair bask...
Archivist: [about Yoona taking Somni to the lost-and-found room] Why didn't you report Yoona-939 to Seer Rhee the next day? Sonmi-451: I couldn't. Archivist: Why? Sonmi-451: Because she trusted me. Archivist: But your actions violated the Fifth Catec...
Ken: [Talking in Japanese] It's been a year, hasn't it? I wake up sometimes in the middle of the night and think about Parker. He was a good friend. I understand how you feel. Hachi, my friend, Parker is never coming home. But if Hachiko wants to wai...
Col. Hans Landa: So who are your three handsome escorts? Bridget von Hammersmark: I'm afraid neither of the three speak a word of German. They're friends of mine from Italy. This is the wonderful Italian stuntman, Enzo Gorlomi; a very talented camera...
Boring Prophet: There shall in that time be rumors of things going astray, erm, and there shall be a great confusion as to where things really are, and nobody will really know where lieth those little things with the sort of raffia-work base, that ha...
Fred Madison: How did you meet that asshole Andy, anyway? Renee Madison: It was a long time ago. I met him at this place called Moke's. We... became friends. He told me about a job... Fred Madison: What job? Renee Madison: Ah... I don't remember. Any...
[Gandalf touches the stone surface of the walls of Moria] Gandalf: Now, let's see... Ithildin. It mirrors only starlight and moonlight. [moonlight shines on the wall, and the doors are revealed] Gandalf: It reads: The doors of Durin, Lord of Moria. S...
Sulley: How can I do this? How could I be so stupid? This could ruin the company. Mike: The company? Who cares about the company? What about us? That thing is a KILLING MACHINE! [points at Boo, who is babbling harmlessly] Mike: I bet it's waiting for...
Sam: So, I'm guessing you've never been high before. Charlie: No. No, no, no. My best friend, Michael, his dad was a big drinker, so he hated all that stuff. Parties too. Sam: Well, where is Michael tonight? Charlie: Oh, he shot himself last May. I k...
Dr. Spikowsky: How do you feel about your penis? Bree Osbourne: [giving up] It disgusts me. I don't even like looking at it. Dr. Spikowsky: What about friends? Bree Osbourne: They don't like it either. Dr. Spikowsky: No, I mean do you have the suppor...
Bruce Wayne: How are you feeling? Rachel Dawes: Where are we? Why did you bring me here? Bruce Wayne: If I hadn't, your mind would now be lost. You were poisoned. Rachel Dawes: [trying to sit up] It was... it was Dr. Crane... Bruce Wayne: [pushing he...
Jesse: Well, I was driving around with this buddy of mine, he was a big atheist, and we came to a stop, next to this homeless guy. And my buddy takes out a 100 dollar bill, and leans out the window, and he says, "Do you believe in God?". And the guy ...
On glancing over my notes of the seventy odd cases in which I have during the last eight years studied the methods of my friend Sherlock Holmes, I find many tragic, some comic, a large number merely strange, but none commonplace; for, working as he d...
I live precariously through my characters - so I want them to be loved passionately, live vibrantly, love unconditionally. Make friends they would die for - Explore unimaginable possibilities from all warps of life. And to never forget those that hel...
War, my friends, is a thing of beauty.
Friends are the best to turn to when you're having a rough day.
