John Coffey: He kill them wi' their love. Wi' their love fo' each other. That's how it is, every day, all over the world.
Melinda Moores: What's your name? John Coffey: John Coffey, ma'am. Melinda Moores: Like the drink, only not spelled the same. John Coffey: No, ma'am. Not spelt the same at all.
Melinda Moores: I dreamed of you. I dreamed you were wandering in the dark, and so was I. We found each other. We found each other in the dark.
John Coffey: Do you leave a light on after bedtime? Because I get a little scared in the dark sometimes. If it's a strange place.
Paul Edgecomb: [whispers] Goddamn, the sponge is dry! Brutus "Brutal" Howell: Well, don't you stop it! Don't you do it. It's too late for that.
William 'Wild Bill' Wharton: [after being put in solitary confinement] All I wanted me was a little cornbread, motherfuckers! All I wanted me was a little cornbread!
Brutus "Brutal" Howell: [Brutal gets his first look at John Coffey, before Paul] He's enormous! Paul Edgecomb: [smirks] Can't be bigger than you! [both snicker]
Paul Edgecomb: Toot, one more remark like that I'll have Van Hay roll on two for real. And I'll have one less crazy old trustee in the world.
When the green woods laugh with the voice of joy, And the dimpling stream runs laughing by; When the air does laugh with our merry wit, And the green hill laughs with the noise of it.
I try to leave a light footprint. I'm involved with Global Green, which aims to educate people about sustainable building and the greening of schools. I try to be aware about the consumption of unnecessary things in a consumptive culture.
He swallowed his food this time and actually spoke instead of humphing,
The hours went by quickly, like the proverbial sands slipping down, down, down the center of the hourglass.
Time You were the one I wanted most to stay. But time could not be kept at bay. The more it goes, the more it's gone— the more it takes away.
During the day, memories could be held at bay, but at night, dreams became the devil's own accomplices.
The trite saying that honesty is the best policy has met with the just criticism that honesty is not policy. The real honest man is honest from conviction of what is right, not from policy.
As the sun shines I will make hay To keep failure at bay For there remaineth a pay For my honest toil each day.
It was a Republican, President Dwight D. Eisenhower, who first protected the Arctic Refuge to balance the oil development at Prudhoe Bay with responsible conservation.
I grew up in Mossel Bay in South Africa on the Garden Route. It's really windy there, and I like it. I enjoy links golf a lot.
They will come, not to paint the bay and the sea and the boots and the moors, but the warmth of the sun and the colour of the wind. A whole new concept. Such stimulation. Such vitality.
Guantánamo Bay's motto: 'Safe, humane, legal, transparent detention.' Four adjectives describing one sick joke.
Whitley Bay was my first experience of the seaside. I'd buy my bucket and spade, and beach ball, and all the shops were teeming with toys. I used to spend hours on the shuggy boats.
