Malone: Why do you want to be a police officer? Williamson: To protect the... people and the... p... Malone: I'm not looking for the textbook answer. Why do you want to join the force. Williamson: The force? Malone: Yeah, why do you want to join the ...
Gilbert: You know what? You're such a big boy. Arnie: Yeah! Gilbert: You're such a big boy. Arnie: I'm a big boy! Gilbert: You know what? I bet you could do this all by yourself if you really wanted to. Could you do this by yourself? Arnie: I'm a big...
Logan: [finds Rouge stowing away in his trailer] Hey! What the hell are you doing? Rogue: I'm sorry. I need a ride, I thought you could help me. I... I don't have any money. Could you give me a lift to the next town or... Logan: [cutting her off] Get...
Major Clipton: The fact is, what we're doing could be construed as - forgive me, sir - collaboration with the enemy. Perhaps even as treasonable activity. Must we work so well? Must we build them a better bridge than they could have built for themsel...
My parents, and librarians along the way, taught me about the space between words; about the margins, where so many juicy moments of life and spirit and friendship could be found. In a library, you could find miracles and truth and you might find som...
I see wrong. Wrong in the way that our color of skin define whether or not we deserve recognition, wrong that my sister feels like she doesn't fit in because every magazine claim you have to be thin, wrong because 2 wrongs never made a right. I never...
Our life is made up of time; our days are measured in hours, our pay measured by those hours, our knowledge is measured by years. We grab a few quick minutes in our busy day to have a coffee break. We rush back to our desks, we watch the clock, we li...
Could a scar be like the rings of a tree, reopened with each emotional season?
Death was not the scariest thing out there; no, the denial of it could be far worse.
I thought... that we could at least talk about books.
wanting what you could not have led to misery and madness
In a market, preceptions could be as important as reality. p.403
How bad could things be if my hair was neat?
There is nothing we could add to that which has already been created....perfection.
Could we wear spandex and blow things up?
If the sky could dream, it would dream of dragons.
Motherhood, true motherhood, was what went on when no one else could see.
Grief made fools of us all. There was shock in it, but there could hardly be surprise.
It was not a house where secrets could be kept easily.
They had discovered one could grow as hungry for light as for food.
A woman could be as beautiful as she felt herself to be.
