Right now I am kicking around an idea to do a web talk show on a boat. Guests would come on and go fishing with me. I would like to take people who have never fished: You get them out on the water and they really open up.
The first book I ever bought for myself was 'One Fish Two Fish' by Dr. Seuss. My favourite page shows two children carrying an enormous glass jar up some stairs in the dark. In the jar is a tusked beflippered creature floating in brine.
I like fish, and I also like bear's paws. If I cannot have the two together, I will let the fish go, and take the bear's paws. So, I like life, and I also like righteousness. If I cannot keep the two together, I will let life go, and choose righteous...
Michel Delassalle: [embarrassing Christina in the dining room while she is trying to eat some distasteful fish] Everyone is looking at you. Swallow. Nicole Horner: It's disgusting! Michel Delassalle: Sorry? Nicole Horner: [angrily] Some things are ha...
[Archie has put his gun down to fist fight with Otto] Archie: I used to box for Oxford. Otto: Oh, yeah? [Otto quickly picks up Archie's gun, and points it at him] Otto: I used to kill for the CIA.
Wanda: You just wanted to get me into bed. Archie: I fell in love with you. Wanda: How come you dumped me then. Archie: I wasn't rich enough, remember. Wanda: Say something in Russian. Archie: No.
[Archie has put his gun down to fist fight with Otto] Archie: I used to box for Oxford. Otto: Oh, yeah? Well... [Otto quickly picks up Archie's gun, and points it at him] Otto: ...I used to kill for the CIA.
Otto: You really like animals don't you, Ken? What's the attraction. Ken: Well, you can t-t-trust them and they don't sh-sh-sh-sh Otto: Shit on you? Ken: Show off all the t-time.
Otto: When you say "friendly", what are we talking about here? Cordial? Courteous? Supportive? What? Wanda: I don't know. Let's just see what happens. Otto: So, "friendly" might include actual... what, penetration?
Daniel Dravot: Billy Fish, do they always use such a big ball? Billy Fish: Depend on size of man's head. Big head, big ball, small head, small ball. That Bashki man. Oh big damn head.
Sugar: [admiring a large fish trophy] What is it? Junior: It's a member of the herring family. Sugar: A herring? Isn't it amazing how they get those big fish into those little glass jars? Junior: They shrink when they're marinated.
I'm obsessed with fresh breath.
Peace is a fresh flower.
But most of those to whom Ender's Game feels most important are those who, like me, feel themselves to be perpetually outside their most beloved communities, never able to come inside and feel confident of belonging.
When you feel like you're not making the best of decisions, don't beat yourself up and say that “I never make the right choices.” Choose to say, “I have the wisdom of God and I can make better choices.
At present we are on the outside of the world, the wrong side of the door. We discern the freshness and purity of morning, but they do not make us fresh and pure. We cannot mingle with the splendours we see. But all the leaves of the New Testament ar...
Everyone should wake up and have a fresh-squeezed orange every day. By having a fresh glass of orange juice with American oranges, you are supporting the local economy, you have all the vitamin C you need in a day, and you support the environment bec...
Veta Louise Simmons: Judge Gaffney, is that all those doctors do in places like that - think about sex? Judge Gaffney: I don't know. Veta Louise Simmons: Because if it is they ought to be ashamed of themselves. It's all in their heads anyway. Why don...
They had gathered at Eastcheap to wait. At this time of day, the marketplace ought to have been thronged with people looking for bargains, moving from stall to stall, examining the fresh fish, choosing the plumpest hens, buying candles and pepper and...
Narrator: In the period of which we speak, there reigned in the cities a stench barely conceivable to us modern men and women. Naturally, the stench was foulest in Paris, for Paris was the largest city in Europe. And nowhere in Paris was that stench ...
Fenchurch had red mullet and said it was delicious. Arthur had a swordfish steak and said it made him angry. He grabbed a passing waitress by the arm and berated her. “Why’s this fish so bloody good?” he demanded, angrily.
