Tears fled her eyes as she ran, and they slid into her ears, but she did not wipe them, no, she pressed forward through the many trees, keeping her eyes upon the large shadow that flew forward, almost guiding her out of the woods, but that was prepos...
During those times, they'd stand there watching me watching them. I'd pray, please. Put a pillow to my face. Clench a hand around my throat. Stab me. Shoot me. Put me out of everyone's misery. Why did you give birth to such a loser? Why didn't you ad...
[R]eligion was the race's first (and worst) attempt to make sense of reality. It was the best the species could do at a time when we had no concept of physics, chemistry, biology or medicine. We did not know that we lived on a round planet, let alone...
You teach me now how cruel you've been - cruel and false. Why did you despise me? Why did you betray your own heart, Cathy? I have not one word of comfort. You deserve this. You have killed yourself. Yes, you may kiss me, and cry; and wring out my ki...
Oskar Schindler: I could have got more out. I could have got more. I don't know. If I'd just... I could have got more. Itzhak Stern: Oskar, there are eleven hundred people who are alive because of you. Look at them. Oskar Schindler: If I'd made more ...
Hannibal Lecter: Tell me, Senator: did you nurse Catherine yourself? Senator Ruth Martin: What? Hannibal Lecter: Did you breast-feed her? Paul Krendler: Now wait a minute... Senator Ruth Martin: Yes, I did. Hannibal Lecter: Toughened your nipples, di...
Gozer: The Choice is made! Dr. Peter Venkman: Whoa! Ho! Ho! Whoa-oa! Gozer: The Traveller has come! Dr. Peter Venkman: Nobody choosed anything! [turns to Egon] Dr. Peter Venkman: Did you choose anything? Dr. Egon Spengler: No. Dr. Peter Venkman: [to ...
Lowell Bergman: I did not burn you. I did not give you up to anyone! Jeffrey Wigand: This is my house... In front of my wife, my kids? What business do we have? Lowell Bergman: To straighten something out with you. Right here. Right now. Jeffrey Wiga...
A leprechaun did not just kill off my car in a hailstorm.
How did it make you feel?
A little playful banter never hurt — or did it? - Emma
A work of art which did not begin in emotion is not art.
Perhaps one did not want to be loved so much as to be understood.
Did I hear God call me an idiot?
I wanted to cry, but the tears did not come.
Maybe one did have to be smart in order to kill.
They grew; they did not talk about growing.
I understood books. I did not understand boys—especially alien boys.
Haha, I can't hit you. If I did, I'd feel sorry for the person who'd have to clean up the mess of your splattered brain.
I did it thirty-five minutes ago.
Civilization had too many rules for me, so I did my best to rewrite them.
