It's hard to be surprised by a film. It's hard to be surprised by another actor or by a director when you've seen enough and been around. So when I am, or when I forget that I'm watching someone's movie, or when I don't know how someone made a certai...
Swifts, on a fine morning in May, flying this way, that way, sailing around at a great hight, perfectly happily. Then, one leaps onto the back of another, grasps tightly and forgetting to fly they both sink down and down, in a great dying fall, fatho...
The flight away from self to God is not a "forgetting self" in the sense that man thereby loses himself. Rather, in the experience of the Spirit there is bestowed on man the deepest possible experience of himself: for the Holy Spirit is a Spirit of r...
On a shelf above my computer are five letters that spell out W-R-I-T-E. Just in case I forget why I'm there. I also have 'Wonder Woman' paraphernalia from when I wrote five issues of the comic, and pictures of my husband and kids.
...sometimes I do actually forget that the person to whom I owe that love is a real person, complete in himself, not someone who should make do with some rather diffuse emotion which gradually resigns itself to its own fatal vagueness, as if that wer...
It is a long journey, not just as a writer, but as a human being. Take nothing and no one for granted, be humble always, be kind especially when it's difficult and never forget the place where you came from and the people that helped you get where yo...
I went to about one frat party a year. A year seemed to be enough time for me to forget how much I didn't like frat parties, and my friends would eventually convince me to go to one. Cheap beer, guys looking for a quick hook-up, and girls playing 'du...
Nicky Santoro: Now, notice how in the count room nobody ever seems to see anything. Somehow, somebody's always lookin' the other way. Now, look at these guys. They look busy, right? They're countin' money. Who wants to bother them? I mean, God forbid...
Ms. Ginny Stroud: Okay guys, one more thing, this summer when you're being inundated with all this American bicentennial Fourth Of July brouhaha, don't forget what you're celebrating, and that's the fact that a bunch of slave-owning, aristocratic, wh...
Joe: You shoot to kill, you better hit the heart. Your own words, Ramone. [Ramone fires off two shots, but The Man With No Name stands right back up] Joe: The heart, Ramone. Don't forget the heart. Aim for the heart, or you'll never stop me.
Kate McCallister: How could we do this? We forgot him. Peter McCallister: We didn't forget him, we just miscounted. Kate McCallister: What kind of a mother am I? Frank McCallister: If it makes you feel any better, I forgot my reading glasses.
Cobb: All right, we continue on with the job, and we do it as fast as possible, and we get out using the kick, just like before. Eames: Forget it. We go any deeper, we just raise the stakes. I am sitting this one out on this level, boys.
Bud White: I'd like to see you again. Lynn Bracken: Are you asking me for a date, or an appointment? Bud White: ...I don't know. Lynn Bracken: Well, if you're asking me for a date, I should know your first name. Bud White: [embarrassed] Forget I aske...
Adult Simba: Listen, you think you can just show up and tell me how to live my life? You don't even know what I've been through! Nala: I would if you just tell me! Adult Simba: Forget it! Nala: Fine!
Jack Torrance: Wendy, listen. Let me out of here and I'll forget the whole damn thing! It'll be just like nothing ever happened. Wendy, baby, I think you hurt my head real bad. I'm dizzy, I need a doctor. Honey, don't leave me here.
Newscaster: But, Mr. Minister, it isn't like this film is the first troublesome thing to come out of Canada. Let us not forget Bryan Adams. Canadian Representative: Now, now, the Canadian Government has apologized for Bryan Adams on several occasions...
I have pictures of me sitting in the racquetball court in my pajamas with an acoustic guitar, and Wolfgang is probably just two-and-a-half-feet tall. I'll never forget the day I saw his foot tapping along in beat! I knew then, I couldn't wait for the...
I can't stay mad very long. I get grumpy when I read a bad review. I say, 'How could he say that about my music?' Then I forget about it. If I got mad every time somebody wrote something negative about me, I'd be exploding all the time. I'd be burned...
Aladdin: So, three wishes. Hm, I want them to be good. What would you wish for? Genie: Me? No one's ever asked me that before. Well, in my case... Ah, forget it. Aladdin: What? Genie: No, I can't tell you. Aladdin: C'mon, tell me. Genie: Freedom!
Col. Mathieu: We aren't madmen or sadists, gentlemen. Those who call us Fascists today, forget the contribution that many of us made to the Resistance. Those who call us Nazis, don't know that among us there are survivors of Dachau and Buchenwald. We...
