Not long before my mother died, I found a long-lost portrait of Jane Franklin's granddaughter, Jane Flagg, aged nine - oil on canvas - in the basement of a public library not a dozen miles from my mother's house.
I live a half mile from the San Andreas fault - a fact that bubbles up into my consciousness every time some other part of the world experiences an earthquake. I sometimes wonder whether this subterranean sense of impending disaster is at least partl...
My childhood was bittersweet in many ways. We moved around a lot. By the time I was 10, I had travelled thousands of miles, often on my own. My parents were like my friends, so it felt like I didn't really have parents at all. But in a crazy way that...
Mrs. Crockett: You're a long way from home, aren't you, Mr. Carpenter? Klaatu: How did you know? Mrs. Crockett: Oh, I can tell a New England accent a mile away.
Dr. Edward Morbius: [Commander Adams has just unwittingly activated the Krell self destruct mechanism at Dr. Morbius' instruction] In 24 hours you must be 100 million miles out in space. Krell furnaces... chain reaction... they cannot be reversed.
Bob Rusk: Hey, Dick! What about Coming Up then? Richard Blaney: No, I'm afraid I haven't any time. Thanks all the same. Bob Rusk: No, Coming Up, the horse. He won by a mile. Twenty to one. What did I tell you?
John Coffey: There's lotsa people here that hate me, lots. I can feel it. It's like bees stingin' me. Brutus "Brutal" Howell: Well feel how we feel then. We don't hate you. Can you feel that?
John Coffey: That's a smart mouse, Del, he's like a circus mouse. Eduard Delacroix: Correct, that's just what he is too. He's a circus mouse. When I get outta here, he's gonna make me rich.
Harry Terwilliger: Can you believe this? The son of a bitch pissed on me! William 'Wild Bill' Wharton: Y'all like that? I'm currently cooking up some turds, to go with it. Nice soft 'uns. Uhhh! Have'em out to y'all tomorrow.
Percy Wetmore: [after finding Mr. Jingles alive after he steps on him] You switched 'em. You switched 'em somehow, you bastards. Brutus "Brutal" Howell: Yeah I always keep a spare mouse in my wallet for occasions such as this.
Paul Edgecomb: [about Coffey's upcoming execution] Now how about a preacher? Someone to say a little prayer with? John Coffey: Don't want no preacher. You can say a prayer if you like. Paul Edgecomb: Me? I suppose I could if it came to that.
Paul Edgecomb: Your name is John Coffey? John Coffey: Yessir, Boss. Like the drink, only not spelled the same. Paul Edgecomb: Oh, you can spell, can you? John Coffey: Just my name boss. J-O...
John Coffey: [after being locked inside his prison cell, he looks up at Paul] I couldn't help it, Boss. I tried to take it back... but it was too late. [Paul glances at John Coffey for a second and walks away]
Earl the Plumber: I been fixing the plumbing in here for ten years. I ain't never had to wear no damn tie before. Bill Dodge: Well you're a VIP today, Earl, so just shut up.
Commander Denniston: Well, you realize that six hundred miles away from London there's this nasty little chap called Hitler who wants to engulf Europe in tyranny. Alan Turing: Politics isn't really my area of expertise.
Ariadne: Cobb, I'm coming with you. Cobb: I promised Miles... Ariadne: The team needs someone who understands what you're struggling with. And it doesn't have to be me, but then you have to show Arthur what I just saw. Cobb: [to Saito] Get us another...
Private Jackson: What I mean by that, sir, is if you was to put me and this here sniper rifle anywhere up to and including one mile from Adolf Hitler... with a clean line of sight... Pack your bags, fellas. War's over. Amen.
McManus: We gotta bury him. Hockney: With what? McManus: With our hands. [McManus starts digging] Hockney: Oh, this is nuts! It's dry fucking sand, McManus. When he rots the surfers are gonna smell him a mile away! McManus: Dig, you fuck!
I think maybe people see bands and musicians as some sort of superhero unrealistic sport that happens in another dimension where it's not real people and not real emotions. So, I grew up listening to Beatles records on my floor. That's how I learned ...
In those long, lonely miles you put in during the off-season, and in those knife-in-the-gut track repetitions and hill repeats that buckle your knees - at that moment in almost every race when you ask yourself how much you're willing to hurt to catch...
Why should Congresspeople have to visit D.C.? Thanks to Skype, meetings are possible across the country. Thanks to email, communications are simple. And we've had the technology to vote from afar for decades. Why should we have backroom deals made ov...
