Do not feed that beggar. Hamlet, lie down.” The dog ignored her. “Down,” Viktor ordered, his deep voice stern. The dog whined and then lay down. The prince looked at her. “You need to be more forceful.” “I suppose my forcefulness will imp...
He’s afraid," Graber said. "Yes, naturally. But he’s a good dog." "And a man-eater." "We’re all that." "Why?" "We are. And we think, just like that dog, that we are still good. And just like him we are looking for a bit of warmth and light and ...
When Captain America is in a room full of Marvel superheroes, he is always Top Dog, even though his powers are pretty modest. He could be stood next to Thor, Iron Man, whoever. He is the one that everyone looks up to. To me, that is Superman, too. Ev...
Sense of smell, of course, is only one of those dog qualities that can't be replicated or improved upon. I've been researching dogs in warfare for my book about 'Rin Tin Tin,' and I've read many accounts of their heroics: carrying messages through ba...
Jack the Hellhound: "Make sure you get a booth in the back so they don't see you in assassin-gear and more importantly, to keep the handsome dog hidden." Robert Knight: "Where's the handsome dog? All I see is an ugly mutt!" Jack the Hellhound: "You'r...
I feel that I had been rescued from the gutter by America. One day I was under the gutter, chased by police, thinking dogs were going to get me. I laid there listening to the dogs and the gutter. The next day, there I am standing on the Olympic platf...
We just got a tour bus. I didn't know tour buses could be this nice. It's just me, Brian Haner the guitar guy, the tour manager and a writer. We laugh ourselves silly. Apparently we're going to have a road dog, a miniature pincher. It's the smallest ...
Alfred Pennyworth: [looks at the large gash on Bruce's arm] Did you get mauled by a tiger? Bruce Wayne: [quietly] It was a dog. Alfred Pennyworth: Huh? Bruce Wayne: It was a big dog! [pause] Bruce Wayne: More copycats last night, Alfred, with guns. A...
Gru: Hello, Fred. FYI. Your dog has been leaving little bombs in my yard, and I do not appreciate it. Fred McDade: Oh you know dogs... they go where they want to go. Gru: Unless they're dead. [laughs] Gru: I'm joking! Although it is true. Anyway, hav...
Andrew Largeman: [to Sam while a dog humps his leg] Got any suggestions? Sam: [laughing] What? Andrew Largeman: [louder] You got any suggestions? Sam: Yeah, kick his balls. Kick his balls! Andrew Largeman: I don't wanna destroy future generations of ...
Josey Wales: [referring to Lone's dog] Chief, I was just wondering: I suppose that mangy red-bone hound's got no place else to go either. [spits tobacco juice on the dog's forehead] Josey Wales: He might as well ride along with us; Hell, everybody el...
Mr. Potato Head: Can we stop? My parts are killing me. Buzz Lightyear: How about a quick roll call? Everybody here? Mr. Potato Head: Not everybody. Buzz Lightyear: Who's behind? Slinky Dog: Mine... [Slinky Dog's back half catches up with the group]
The center [of the supermarket] is for boxed, frozen, processed, made-to-sit-on-your-shelf-for-months food. You have to ask yourself, "If this food is designed to sit in a box for month and months, what is it doing inside my body?" Nothing good, that...
He showed the words “chocolate cake” to a group of Americans and recorded their word associations. “Guilt” was the top response. If that strikes you as unexceptional, consider the response of French eaters to the same prompt: “celebration.
When I give food to the poor, they call me a saint. When I ask why the poor have no food, they call me a communist.
Food for her is not food, it is terror, dignity, gratitude, vengeance, joyfulness, humiliation, religion, history, and, of course, love. As if the fruit she always offered us were picked from the destroyed brances of out family tree.
The aristocrats had to force them to do their jobs. After all, human beings are not badgers. We aren't molded to stoop.
If you still persist in writing, "Good food at it's best", you deserve to be struck by lightning, hacked up on the spot and buried in an unmarked grave.
We do our job and go. See? That is what Death is for. We work out all our little brains and all our little emotions, and then this lot begins afresh. Fresh and fresh! Perfectly simple. What's the trouble?
Many people engage in physical relationships without ever experiencing intimacy
Become a parent. Lose your autonomy, but gain the wondrous superpower of The Magic Kiss that instantly dries tears and makes the pain of boo-boos disappear.
