Lord Bullingdon: [after Barry has whipped him repeatedly with a cane] Will that be all Mr. Redmond Barry? Redmond Barry: Yes, that will be all. Lord Bullingdon: Well then, look you now... from this moment, I will submit to no further chastisement fro...
Herr Liszt: Yes Bruno? Bruno: I don't understand, the Jew is down to this one man? Herr Liszt: The Jew here means the entire Jewish race. If it was just this one man I'm sure something would be done about him. Bruno: There is such thing as a nice Jew...
Mr. Ellison is that unreasonable man that possesses the ostranenie effect-- he has a keen eye to see the simplest things and make them profound, and make simple minded people see deeply into mundane topics- bringing a philosophical charm to even poli...
Who else, when we stepped to the line in Torino, was going to be so mentally tough? Who else would have proven to himself that he could do anything he set out to do? In a sport that was always one tick away from being entirely out of control, who els...
I have outlasted all desire, My dreams and I have grown apart; My grief alone is left entire, The gleamings of an empty heart. The storms of ruthless dispensation Have struck my flowery garland numb, I live in lonely desolation And wonder when my end...
Reading, for me, is like this: consumptive, pleasing, calming, as much as edifying. It's how I feel after a good dinner. That's why I do it so often: It feels wonderful. The book is mind and I insert myself into it, cover it entire, ear my way throug...
An entire aisle of cereal...hundreds of choices....Of course I had eaten cereal before. I'm not a savage....Cereal was a small, affordable luxury. An effort. A point of pride. Something special....Those crates of cereal meant that we deserved what ot...
Please then, can we stop this obsession with the tiny minority of writers who have made a fortune from their work, and/or those who look hot in their author pics. Please can we also stop dissolving into factions of the bestselling, the midlist, the s...
The ending is coming. I can feel it. I don’t know if I can take it this time. But then again, I say that every time and yet, every time I take it. And, I come back to her again for more. I will take whatever time I can get with her. I will do that ...
sweet spring is your time is my time is our time for springtime is lovetime and viva sweet love (all the merry little birds are flying in the floating in the very spirits singing in are winging in the blossoming) lovers go and lovers come awandering ...
Time heals all wounds.
Time and tide wait for no men.
Love makes the time pass.
Time makes love pass.
Time is a great story teller.
The poor have no time to spare.
Time has strong teeth.
Time has no respect for beauty.
Truth is the daughter of time.
I enjoy my time alone.
Time is everything, everything is time.
