The year that died (1938) there disappeared forever the happy days of free scientific work which gave us such delight in our youth. Science has lost her freedom. Science has become a productive force. She has become rich but she has become enslaved a...
When we played the Dodgers in St. Louis, they had to come through our dugout, and our bat rack was right there where they had to walk. My bats kept disappearing, and I couldn't figure it out. Turns out, Pee Wee Reese was stealing my bats. I found tha...
Behind a barbed-wire fence, a dirt road disappears into the distance in the pine trees and corners. Lost, dead roads, no ends or remaining purposes, power lines now dead and sagging and forgotten, grown high in weeds and young trees. The trees have e...
I'm in my apartment in trendy Tribeca. I've been down here for 37 years, from before it was a fashionable neighbourhood. It's a wonderful place; it looks over the Hudson River. I can see 30 miles into New Jersey. My landlord would like me to die beca...
My husband recently made me try on a bikini. A bikini is not so much a garment as a cloth-based reminder that your parts have been migrating all these years. My waist, I realized that day in the dressing room, has completely disappeared beneath my ri...
I used to think that when I finished a book, I was finished with it. But it's like a wonderful Hydra. Every time a head disappears, more heads appear, so I will be writing for the rest of my life. The more books I write, the more books I find that I ...
Through an experience that simultaneously involved my sensibility and intelligence, I realized early on that the imaginative life, however morbid it might seem, is the one that suits temperaments like mine. The fictions of my imagination (as it later...
John McClane: So that's is what this is about, Hans? A fucking robbery? Hans Gruber: Put down the gun. John McClane: Why'd you have to nuke the whole building, Hans? Hans Gruber: Well, when you steal $600, you can just disappear. When you steal 600 m...
Patrick Kenzie: I couldn't stop running it over and over and over in my mind. The vague and distant suspicion that we never understood what happened that night; what our role was. Or maybe it was just like the hundreds of other children who disappear...
Edna: Your boy's suit I designed to withstand enormous friction without heating up or wearing out, a useful feature. Your daughter's suit was tricky, but I finally created a sturdy material that can disappear completely as she does. Your suit can str...
Mind Worker Cop Jake: So, you're saying your husband was blown away by an elephant. Was he with anyone? Mind Worker Cop Jake: Yes! And there she is! [Joy runs through the Cloud Woman, causing her to disappear] Mind Worker Cop Jake: Hey, come back her...
[first lines] Brian: [narration voice-over] The summer I was 8 years old, five hours disappeared from my life. Five hours. Lost. Gone without a trace. Brian: [narration voice-over] Last thing I remember I was sitting on the bench at my Little League ...
Nancy: [Referring to the Balinese way of dreaming] But what if they meet a monster in their dreams, then what? Glen Lantz: They turn their back on it. Take away its energy and it disappears. Nancy: But what happens if they don't do that? Glen Lantz: ...
Jessica Rabbit: I suppose you think no one's going to notice Toontown's disappeared? Judge Doom: Who's got time to wonder what happened to some ridiculous talking mice when they're driving by at 75 miles an hour? Jessica Rabbit: What're you talking a...
Frank Slaughtery: You know, you're wearing a striped shirt with a striped tie, you know that, right? Phelan: Yeah, I do it for the ladies. Frank Slaughtery: Oh - the ladies ever tell you that you look like a fucking optical illusion? Phelan: Yeah? Fr...
Here's what I mean by the miracle of language. When you're falling into a good book, exactly as you might fall into a dream, a little conduit opens, a passageway between a reader's heart and a writer's, a connection that transcends the barriers of co...
She sheltered her colors in the dark, where others were blind to see; I caught a glimpse of her lastly when she gave me a chance, before disappearing into the day. There was beauty locked in her that unfolded like an umbrella's claw, her true self th...
Reading fiction is important. It is a vital means of imagining a life other than our own, which in turn makes us more empathetic beings. Following complex story lines stretches our brains beyond the 140 characters of sound-bite thinking, and staying ...
A page of a book is like a human face. Look at a page by Hemingway and compare it with Sterne and Marcel Proust. They are different typographical beings. But force upon them those ragged edges, and the influence of the author’s style on the physica...
Love is blind. sometimes so myopic eyes to see which ones need to be sacrificed which ones to be saved. romance was deaf, ears sometimes so faint to hear where is counsel where is incitement Passion was mute, sometimes mouth can not speak. let alone ...
When we are conscious with morality and our duty, we become unpopular as many wish to believe in making matters to their advantage this how the world runs, we all believe in sin if you are religious Wealth without working is greater sin than many we ...
