I think it's because it shows that people--or hobbits, as the case may be--can find strength they didn't know they had.
You have to give up! you have to give up! You have to realize that someday you will die, Until you know that, you are useless!
If you're male, and you're Christian and living in America, your father is your model for God. And sometimes you find your father in your career.
Crying is right at hand in the smothering dark, closed inside someone else, when you see how everything you can ever accomplish will end up as trash.
Only in death will we have our own names since only in death are we no longer part of the effort. In death we become heroes.
HELLO! Look at me. HELLO! I am so ZEN. This is BLOOD. This is NOTHING. Hello. Everything is nothing, and it's so cool to be ENLIGHTENED. Like me.
At the time, my life just seemed too complete, and maybe we have to break everything to make something better out of ourselves.
Advertising has us chasing cars and clothes, working jobs we hate so we can buy shit we don't need.
No, I say, it's fine. Put a gun to my head and paint the wall with my brains. Just great, I say. Really.
Norm was lean, his short, straight black hair parted on the side, his mustache trimmed like he’d never heard of Adolf Hitler.
He'd learned in the past few months that telling a girl what to wear--even one the size of a golf club--was a bad idea. Histrionics often followed.
Don't blame me. Tell your mom to move closer. Tell her there's this new club called civilization and you guys should join.
I cannot deny that Vera, in her own way--in the way of all human beings who are kind and not cruel--really is lovely.
I don't want to say something cheesy like 'home is where the heart is,' but home is definitely where the heart is. And my heart is, and has always been, with you.
Hello! Your dear father is unfortunately very dead," he called. "And you said my dispersal system would never work!
Dear girls, I can let anyone get hurt because in my world, my safety and well-being come first.
Myrnin was heading for Kim when she picked up a crossbow lying on a table nearby and shot him pointblank in the chest. He staggered backward, muttered, "Not
Oh, I’m sorry. Did you want a fan club? You are right. I loved the movie, and you were perfect in it, you were absolutely amazing. Definitely Oscar material.
When we signed our deal in 1974, we'd already been together for six years. When they lowered the drinking age in Ontario in 1971 to 18 years, we went from playing two or three high schools in a month to playing clubs two or three times a week.
Stuff like Buena Vista Social Club and Fela Kuti were quite a main thing to my childhood. As soon as I reached an age where I realized that Fela was singing in English, when I got past his accent, I loved the rawness of it, and the funk and the rhyth...
Only you pick that crab. Nobody else take it. I already know this. Everyone else want best quality. You thinking different.
