[a poem he's worked on 12 years, written on a note pad] Norther Winslow: The grass so green. Skies so blue. Spectre is really great!
Josephine: I'd like to take your picture. Senior Ed Bloom: Oh, you don't need a picture. Just look up "handsome" in the dictionary.
Young Ed Bloom: Now I may not have much, but I have more determination then any man you're ever likely to meet.
[talking about the witch] Zacky Price (Age 10): She'll make soap out of you. That's what she does. She makes soap out of people.
Senior Ed Bloom: What do you want, Will? Who do you want me to be? Will Bloom: Just yourself. Good, bad, everything. Just show me who you are for once.
Young Ed Bloom: [voice over narration] I was the biggest thing Ashton had ever seen. Until one day, a stranger arrived.
Amos Calloway: Tell me, Karl, have you ever heard the term "involuntary servitude"? Karl: No. Amos Calloway: "Unconscionable contract"? Karl: Uh, nope. Amos Calloway: Great!
Senior Ed Bloom: I've told you a thousand facts, Will, that's what I do. I tell stories. Will Bloom: You tell lies, Dad.
I read the 'Times' and 'Post,' but I have nothing against the 'Daily News.' I also fish around the Internet for entertainment news but find most of what I read to be untrue or partially true.
I was a typical farm boy. I liked the farm. I enjoyed the things that you do on a farm, go down to the drainage ditch and fish, and look at the crawfish and pick a little cotton.
I respected it. I submerged myself into it. So on a lot of days off I would go and fish with the fishermen and the families that ran the boats. I would go work the fields with farmers. I would go and talk with farmers about growing particular product...
And, er, these stories about you..." "Oh, all true. Most of them. A bit of exaggeration, but mostly true." "The one about the Citadel in Muntab and the Pash and the fish bone?" "Oh, yes." "But how did you get in where half a dozen armed and trained m...
Archie: You make me feel free. Wanda: Free? Archie: Wanda, do you have any idea what it's like being English? Being so correct all the time, being so stifled by this dread of, of doing the wrong thing, of saying to someone "Are you married?" and hear...
Sick Boy: Good chips! Mark "Rent-boy" Renton: ...I can't believe you did that... Sick Boy: I got a good price for it! Rents I need the money! Mark "Rent-boy" Renton: IT WAS MY FUCKING TELLY! Sick Boy: Well, Christ. If I knew you were going to get so ...
Food is a product of supply and demand, so try to figure out where the supplies are fresh, the suppliers are creative, and the demanders are informed.
You can have a less chaotic, simpler life working with what you already have and transforming it into what you really need.
I love to walk through snow, to climb mountains, to smell the fresh air and I love to dream about flying. Soaring through the air, watching the earth from above, feeling the wind in my face and touching the clouds would be an amazing experience.
Love in your heart is good medicine for long live. Hatred in your blood is the major cause of heart failure! Love people, get transfused with a fresh blood and you'll live long!
Each night when she prepared for bed she smeared her face with some new unguent which she hoped illogically would give back the glow and freshness to her vanishing beauty.
My father laughed. "The magic of Summer," he said, "is unlike anything else. Imagine life, fertility, laughter, joy, ripening fruits and the smell of fresh bread baking in the morning. That is Summer magic." Forever Frost (Frost Series 2)
Isn't it mysterious to begin a new journal like this? I can run my fingers through the fresh clean pages but I cannot guess what the writing on them will be.
