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.
To me, there were comedies that should go up for Oscars. I think Eddie Murphy in 'The Nutty Professor' was one of the greatest acting performances of all time, but it'd never be recognized that way. They always go for De Niro and Pacino, but Eddie Mu...
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's no stretch to picture me standing next to Al Pacino or Robert De Niro. Those are ethnic New York men. I'm an ethnic New York girl. Everybody has their limitations. I mean, I should never be cast as Queen Elizabeth.
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.
Siempre he creído que en la vida hay personas que te alimentan, que te quieren y que necesitas de tal manera que cuando los pierdes nadie puede llenar ese vacío.
Bazıları, geleceğe olan inançlarını kaybetmedikleri için sabrederler. Bazıları, işi bitirmeye cesaret edemediklerinden. Korkaklık hiç kuşkusuz hor görülesi bir şey, ama gene de yaşamın düzenine dahil. Tıpkı boyun eğmek gibi, o d...
No excellent soul is exempt from a mixture of madness. - Aristotle (Attributed by Seneca in Moral Essays, "De Tranquillitate Animi" On Tranquility of Mind, sct. 17, subsct. 10.)
Sammy Sosa grew up without a father in the back of a converted public hospital in San Pedro de Macoris, a dusty seaside town in the Dominican Republic. His father, Juan Montero, died when Sosa was 5.
Hundí mis manos en su cabello y tiré de él con suavidad, empujándole aún más hacia mí. Si resultaba que la excitación sobrepasaba los límites establecidos, haríamos el amor allí mismo.
