When I'm dead, somebody can write my biography. I wrote a national hymn, an anthem, which I don't want to present to that country. But I have a deal with my wife - when I'm dead, she should offer it, because then I'm safe.
Annie: [Looking at a picture in the Necronomicon of Ash himself] In 1300 AD they called this man the uh, 'hero from the sky'. He was prophesied to have destroyed the evil. Ash: He didn't do a very good job...
Ash: Hey, what do you say we have some champagne, huh, baby? Linda: Sure. Ash: After all, I'm a man and you're a woman... at least last time I checked. Huh huh.
Ash: [having just gotten hit in the face with a gusher of blood that turns to black goo] Old double-barrel here, blow your guts to Kingdom Come! [staggers backward, voice drops] Ash: See if we don't!
Matt 'Axe' Axelson: Are Mikey and Danny really dead? Marcus Luttrell: I don't know. Matt 'Axe' Axelson: Are we dead? Marcus Luttrell: Negative. Matt 'Axe' Axelson: We're good right? Marcus Luttrell: Fuck yeah. We're solid.
Harry Cooper: Helen! I have to get that gun! Helen Cooper: Haven't you had ENOUGH? Harry Cooper: Look, two people are already dead on account of that guy! Take a look out that window!
When I tried to get 'Stargate' made, I took it to every studio in Hollywood and every studio said, 'Sci-fi is dead. It's a dead genre. No one wants to see science fiction anymore.' And I had to go and raise the money independently to make that movie.
Dr. Pretorius: Do you know who Frankenstein is, and who you are? The Monster: Yes, I know... made me from dead... I *love* dead... hate living. Dr. Pretorius: You are wise in your generation.
There was less than I’d expected in the rainy-day fund that Mom had kept in the bottom of an underwear drawer in a panty hose egg labeled ‘DEAD SPIDERS.’ As if I hadn’t always known it was there. As if I wouldn’t want to look at dead spider...
A swishing is often heard in the Carpathians, the sound as of a thousand mill wheels turning in the water. It is the dead men gnawing at the dead man, in the abyss without issue, which no man has ever seen, fearing to pass near it. It happens not sel...
" she cried out. She would have a fresh bruise there by the time she went to sleep, somewhere out at sea. she told herself, Syrio stepped back. "You are dead now." Arya made a face. "You cheated," she said hotly. "You said left and you went right." "...
I murmur: "It's a seat," a little like an exorcism. But the word stays on my lips: it refuses to go and put itself on the thing. It stays what it is, with its red plush, thousands of little red paws in the air, all still, little dead paws. This enorm...
I was never really certain why he scared the bejesus out of me. Nothing scared me growing up. I’ve been playing with dead people since the day I was born, so it’s good thing, yet the Big Bad scared me. Which brings me to the reason I called.” �...
With me, the present is forever, and forever is always shifting, flowing, melting. This second is life. And when it is gone it is dead. But you can’t start over with each new second. You have to judge by what is dead. It’s like quicksand … hope...
Jacob Singer: Jezzie? Get me out of here. Evil Doctor: Where do you want to go? Jacob Singer: Home. Evil Doctor: Home? This is your home. You're dead. Jacob Singer: Dead? No. I just hurt my back, I'm not dead. Evil Doctor: What are you, then? Jacob S...
Voice on Recorder: I believe I have made a significant find in the Kandarian ruins, a volume of ancient Sumarian burial practices and funerary incantations. It is entitled "Naturum De Montum", roughly translated: Book of the Dead. The book is bound i...
McKnight: [over the radio] How are things going? Things okay there, Struecker? Struecker: I don't wanna talk about it now, Colonel. I'm busy! [Pilla is shot and falls into the humvee] Thomas: Sergeant Pilla's hit! Christ, he's fucked up! McKnight: Is...
Be grateful that yesterday ended well; be thankful that today begun well; be joyful that today will end beautifully. Live this pattern of life every day!
Then they start going on about cancer and how organic living is the way forward, totally ignoring how expensive it is to be organic and that there are a lot of people out there grateful if they can afford regular living.
No one could say the stories were useless for as the tongue clacked five or forty fingers stitched corn was grated from the husk pathwork was pieced or the darning was done... (from 'The Storyteller Poems')
Even when you don't see Him working, He's busy working on your behalf. Forever grateful for God's grace!
