Boot Salesman: [Moss walks in wearing his hospital robe] How those Larry's holdin' up? Llewelyn Moss: Uh, oh, good. Good! I need everything else. Boot Salesman: OK. Llewelyn Moss: Lotta people come in here without any clothes on? Boot Salesman: No si...
What is love of one's country; is it hate of one's uncountry? Then it's not a good thing. Is it simply self-love? That's a good thing, but one musn't make a virtue of it, or a profession...Insofar as I love life, I love [my country], but that sort of...
Music is a complete evocation – like a smell. It can bring an entire memory and feeling back to you in a rush. Much more complete than even a photograph. You allow yourself a certain visual distance with photos – not music. It envelopes you – t...
What a stupid attitude we have in this country to personal stories.
I've always wanted to drive cross-country.
It is totally unacceptable that there are countries with no paediatric cardiac surgeries.
The women of the country have the power in their own hands, in spite of the law and the government being altogether of the male order.
Countries and places have a history, a story, and a culture.
Education is the cornerstone of our communities and our country.
Anybody can be good in the country. There are no temptations there.
Then I received support from the Government to compete for my country, and to represent Cuba in competition.
The country life near Manchester I really love.
Mexico is a safe country.
My dream is to be on my boat. Or on an island. Or in my house in the country. That's my dream.
Fairfax was incredibly important to the shaping of the country.
Europe is a collection of free countries.
I'd love to serve my country. I would love it.
I still believe in my country.
The country is in an extraordinary ferment.
We have to examine the extent to which we export poverty to other societies. When we decide that we will import products from China that are produced by people earning less than a dollar an hour, and grant their country most-favored-nation status (po...
We speak in (rich) monotones. Our poetry is haunted by the music it has left behind. Orpheus shrinks to a poet when he looks back, with the impatience of reason, on a music stronger than death.
