So many die without our caring, decline to silence in rooms beyond hearing. We honor the dead and abhor the dying. - from the story "De Composition
En el amor no está escrito yo voy amar a tal persona y no a la otra. Muchas veces en la vida ocurre lo contrario, terminas en una relación de amor con la persona que menos pensabas.
Who thinks to interview their own mother? As a self-fixated teen, I never imagined that she had an actual personal history. To my young eyes, she was Source of Cash Obsessed With De-Cluttering
Stand-up comedy is the most relaxing thing I do. If I want to unwind and de-stress, I go out and do stand-up, often several shows in a night.
Isso é bem outra coisa", replicou Alberto, "porque um homem que se deixa arrastar por uma paixão violenta perde a faculdade de refletir e deve ser considerado como um ébrio, como um demente.
[the policeman tells her Vincente has probably run away] Madre de Vicente: He promised to be back for dinner.
I have cervical cancer. I'm what they call a DES baby... I have been cancer free for 7 years now... I had it the first time when I was 19 and then it came back a few years later after I went through treatment.
Johannesburg is weird, because half of it is like Los Angeles. It feels like just wealthy parts of L.A. But half of it is severe slummy, something like Rio De Janiero or something. So it's kind of weird, because it's both happening at the same time.
Wikus Van De Merwe: [examining and fiddling with the lid of the Prawns' fuel] ... but, it's uh, not a weapon... but I don't trust it, I don't trust any-a the - [sprayed in face with the Prawns' fuel]
Wikus Van De Merwe: [Nervous] Forget about the weapons there mate, it doesn't matter. Forget about the weapons! Obesandjo: I want his arm. Cut it off.
Fundiswa Mhlanga: [about Wikus Van de Merwe] He was an honest man, and he didn't deserve any of what happened to him.
Colette de Montpelier: Why, I don't know what you're talking about. Lebel: Madam, be in no doubt as to the seriousness of your position. [Colette stands and moves uneasily to another chair]
Ernesto Guevara de la Serna: This isn't a tale of heroic feats. It's about two lives running parallel for a while, with common aspirations and similar dreams.
You need to have tremendous confidence in your work, even a touch of arrogance, chutzpah. Many very fine researchers lack intellectual daring. It's human nature to want to be cozy, secure. But that can be a cul de sac.
I would hate to think that some people have found themselves in a musical cul-de-sac and have ceased to explore new music, or at least music that is new to them, because they are so glued to the past.
It was on the first day of Beltaine, that is called now May Day, the Tuatha de Danaan came, and it was to the north-west of Connacht they landed. But the Firbolgs, the Men of the Bag, that were in Ireland before them, and that had come from the South...
My sister, mom and I all wear the same size, so I shop a lot at a boutique called 'my mother's closet' that is right down the hall from my bedroom. She has vintage Comme des Garcons dresses that I feel so elegant wearing.
[Ensign Monk is demonstrating the breathing fluid on Hippy's rat] Catfish De Vries: Huh. Damn rat's breathing that shit. That is no bullshit, hands down. The Goddamnedest thing I ever saw.
Clorette De Pasto: Dad! Mom, Dad, this is Larry Kroger. The boy who molested me last month. We have to get married.
Pinto: I was thinking, maybe we could get some beer. Clorette De Pasto: Nah, not tonight. Besides, you might get lucky without it.
Raymond Dufayel aka Glass Man: Luck is like the Tour de France. You wait, and it flashes past you. You have to catch it while you can.
