Ninety-nine per cent of traditional English literature concerns people who never have to worry about money at all. We always seem to be watching or reading about emotional crises among folk who live in a world of great fortune both in matters of luck...
The Writer: Vern didn't just mean being off limits inside the junkyard, or fudging on our folks, or going on a hike up the railroad to Harlow. He meant those things, but it seems to me now it was more and that we all knew it. Everything was there and...
Tsuyako Yamashita: Look after him. Daigo's a dear boy. He takes it all on himself. When his folks split up, he'd never cry in front of his Mum. But he would when he was alone in that bath. The poor little thing, his shoulder's shaking... So thats how...
Rufus T. Firefly: [into radio] This is Rufus T. Firefly coming to you through the courtesy of the enemy. We're in a mess folks, we're in a mess. Rush to Freedonia! Three men and one woman are trapped in a building! Send help at once! If you can't sen...
Dr. Lamar: Jerome, never shy, pisses on command. Beautiful piece of equipment you've got there, Jerome. I ever told you that? Vincent: Only every time I'm in here. Dr. Lamar: Occupational hazard. I see a great many on the course of any given day. You...
Lemon - age 4: [being put to bed] Danny, what's an orphanage? Danny Boodmann: Well, orphanage is like a great big prison where they locked up folks that ain't got no kids. Lemon - age 4: So if I wasn't with you, they would put - you in an orphanage? ...
[Scrooge has met the Ghost of Christmas Yet to Come] Rizzo the Rat: Oh, this is too scary. I don't think I wanna see any more! Gonzo: When you're right, you're right. [turning to face the audience] Gonzo: You're on your own, folks. We'll meet you at ...
[putting his dead friend on a horse and sending him into the enemy camp] Josey Wales: This boy was brought up in a time of blood and dying and never questioned a bit of it. He never turned his back on his folks or his kind. I rode with him... and I g...
[first lines] Jiminy Cricket: [after singing "When You Wish Upon a Star"] Pretty, huh? I'll bet a lot of you folks don't believe that, about a wish comin' true, do ya? Well, I didn't, either. Of course, I'm just a cricket singing my way from hearth t...
Clyde Barrow: I don't think he's lost. I think the bank's been offerin' extra reward money for us. I think Frank just figured on some easy pickin's, didn't ya Frank? You're no Texas Ranger. You're hardly doin' your job. You ought to be home protectin...
The Old Man: Ain't nobody from outside bringing down the property value. It's these folk, shootin' each other and sellin' that crack rock and shit. Furious Styles: Well, how you think the crack rock gets into the country? We don't own any planes. We ...
Media consumers in the 0s, 10s, 20s, and 30s have no such print alliances. To them, the idea of printing on a dead tree and then trucking it to houses and newsstands seems ludicrous, old-fashioned, inconvenient, and wasteful. To these folks, paper-ba...
This world has need of song and sword.
Songs are as sad as the listener.
Between lovers, betrayal is always the worst sin.
I sit and write songs alone and then get together with people to help me flesh it out into a recording.
Men, even when alone, lighten their labors by song, however rude it may be.
It's so amazing to hear a crowd of people singing one of your songs. It's the best feeling.
The sincerity of the art worker must permeate the song as naturally as the green leaves break through the dead branches in springtime.
Sex without foreplay is like song's reff without intro.
. . .where there is no more hope, song remains.
