You forget what it was like. You'd swear on your life you never will, but year by year it falls away. How your temperature ran off the mercury, your heart galloped flat-out and never needed to rest, everything was pitched on the edge of shattering gl...
Right now he was nothing but a physically hurt man who had been through hell and back, clinging to his promise. “We be... together. More than just... few... hours. Wanna die... with you. Not... alone.” Fought to stay awake, needed to spend every ...
It's no accident, I think, that tennis uses the language of life. Advantage, service, fault, break, love, the basic elements of tennis are those of everyday existence, because every match is a life in miniature. Even the structure of tennis, the way ...
In my world," said Posy, "authors write stories, and the characters do whatever the author tells them. It's not like this--the characters don't have minds and lives of their own." "How do you know this?" was Caris' surprising reply. The corner of her...
Introducing a great artist, Alexander Wainwright in THe Fate of Pryde. In his landscapes, Alex expresses the totality of everything in the universe. At the same time, within each leaf, each drop of water or human hair, he conveys a light or glow, whi...
I have no rules. For me, it's a full, full experience to make a movie. It takes a lot of time, and I want there to be a lot of stuff in it. You're looking for every shot in the movie to have resonance and want it to be something you can see a second ...
Mitch: [after seniors threaten him] Er, Mr. Payne. Sir. You know every second that you could let us out early would really increase our chances of survival. Mr. Payne, junior high school teacher: It's like our sergeant told us before one trip into th...
[Nicholas Angel is having a crackdown on underage drinkers in the pub] Nicholas Angel: Oy! When's your birthday? Underage Drinker #1: 22nd of February. Nicholas Angel: What year? Underage Drinker #1: Every year! Nicholas Angel: Get out! Nicholas Ange...
You don't know me. You know one me, just like I know one you. And you can't know every me, and I can't know every you.
Every day, every birthday candle I blow out, every penny I throw over my shoulder in a wishing well, every time my daughter says, 'Let's make a wish on a star,' there's one thing I wish for: wisdom.
What if there was a library which held every book? Not every book on sale, or every important book, or even every book in English, but simply every book - a key part of our planet's cultural legacy.
Every man assumes the colors of his surroundings.
Every man is the guardian of his own honor.
Every man is the king of his own beard.
The absent get further off every day.
Every man is a prince in his own bed.
Every ambitious man is a captive and every covetous one a pauper.
Every man is a fool in some man's opinion.
Let every man mind his own business.
Every man is his own worst enemy.
The flashing black line on an empty Word document reminds me that my life is counting down second by second, and that if I don’t write I’ll have wasted my time here on earth.
