Norman Bates: Well, a son is a poor substitute for a lover. Marion Crane: Why don't you go away? Norman Bates: What, to a private island like you? Marion Crane: No, not like me. Norman Bates: I couldn't do that. Who would look after her? The fire in ...
The old house had a thousand doors in it. All old houses do. You can see them if you know how to look: the noontime shadow of a windowpane crawling with intent across a floor; unmeasured angles of wall meeting wall; fireplaces grown chill with unused...
I couldn't think of anything I wanted to do or any place I wanted to be more than home. Where I can walk around the yard, sweeping leaves off the slate paths to my heart's content. Where I can spend all day in my pajamas puttering around the house, o...
When he came home early, he was dreary. There, he'd sit by the fireplace, his worn hands gripping the newspaper a bit too tight, his eyes held to it, unseeing, towards the words, the meaningless grouping of letters on that newspaper. The fire would c...
[the Trio sits around the fireplace in the Gryffindor Common Room, digesting the murder of Barty Crouch, Sr. that has just taken place] Ron: They'll cover this up, you watch. Fudge'll sell his soul before this gets out in the Daily Prophet. Harry: Bu...
Well,” said a very amused voice. “This is unexpected.” Tessa sat bolt upright, pulling the heavy coverlet around her. Beside her, Will stirred, propping himself up on his elbows, eyelids fluttering open slowly. “What—” The room was filled...
Bruce Wayne: I know who you are. Let me tell you about this guy I know, Jack. Mean kid. Bad seed. Hurt people. The Joker: I like him already. [laughs] Bruce Wayne: Now you know the problem was... he got sloppy. You know? Crazy. He started to lose it....
P.L. Travers: Why did you have to make him so cruel? He was not a monster! Don DaGradi: Who are we talking about? I'm confused. P.L. Travers: You all have children, yes? And do those children make letters for you? Do they write letters? Do they make ...
A Gift for You I send you... A cottage retreat on a hill in Ireland. This cottage is filled with fresh flowers, art supplies, and a double-wide chaise lounge in front of a wood-burning fireplace. There is a cabinet near the front door, where your fav...
Mary Poppins: You *are* the father of Jane and Michael Banks, are you not? [pause] Mary Poppins: I said, you *are* the father of Jane and Michael Banks. Mr. Banks: Well, really - yes, of course. And you brought your references, I presume; may I see t...
