She felt a tightness in her chest and sent for Dr Simcox. 'What's the trouble?' 'Look out there, that's the trouble! It's so green and quiet and it's always bloody raining.' 'That's England, Mrs Mallard-Greene. I'm afraid there's no known cure for it...
In looking at waste as an entirely modern, man-made idea, I stopped viewing garbage as garbage and instead slowly started to see it as a commodity.
GON. How lush and lusty the grass looks! how green! ANT. The ground indeed is tawny. SEB. With an eye of green in 't. ANT. He misses not much. SEB. No; he doth but mistake the truth totally.
At first, my bedroom had flowers and yellow walls and huge furniture in plastic that was orange and green - and furry green bed cover and everything. Then, I think the day I turned 13, I painted the walls black and put Kurt Cobain on the wall and jus...
'I Want To Hold Your Hand' is a great classic by Paul McCartney and John Lennon, I sure love that song. I did like the classic version, a rock-oriented song, then someone heard me do it with the Grant Green approach - Grant Green and Larry Young did ...
I don't want to brag, but I do more homework on the course than any other announcer. I chart the greens to get all the breaks. I walk down into the greenside bunkers. I walk into the fairway bunkers to see whether a player can reach the green from th...
Ed Couch: What the hell's this? Evelyn Couch: That's a low cholesterol meal. Happy Valentine's. Ed Couch: God! Are you trying to kill me? Evelyn Couch: If I was gonna kill you, I'd use my hands.
Prosecutor Percy: Why did you go with Idgie Threadgoode? Judge: Answer the question Mrs. Bennett. Ruth: Because she... she's the best friend I ever had, and I love her.
Little Idgie Threadgoode: What if God made a mistake? Buddy Threadgoode: Well the way I see it is He doesn't make mistakes. I mean, He made sure we got together, didn't He?
Ninny Threadgoode: Did you know they took my gallbladder out? Evelyn Couch: Uh, no I didn't. Ninny Threadgoode: Oh yes, still in the hospital in a jar. I guess that's where they keep them. Evelyn Couch: I guess.
Toot-Toot: Gettin' to my knees. Prayin'. Lord in Heaven, sorry for all the bad shit I've done, all the people I've trampled on, I hope they forgive me, I won't do it again, that's for sure.
Paul Edgecomb: What did you just do to me? John Coffey: I helped it. Didn't I help it? I just took it back, is all. Awful tired now, boss. Dog tired.
Paul Edgecomb: [to Dean Stanton who is standing in the doorway with a broom] You let him get past you. Dean Stanton: No I did not. Brutus "Brutal" Howell: Three grown men... outsmarted by a mouse.
William 'Wild Bill' Wharton: [about to pass out from drugs] I don't see why white man has to sit in a nigger electric chair. White man should have his own damn electric chair.
John Coffey: Boss? I gots to speak with you now, Boss. Paul Edgecomb: [prostrate on the floor after being hit in the groin] This is not a good time, John Coffey. Not a good time at all.
Diego: [examining the ground] You didn't miss them by much. It's still green, they headed north two hours ago. Sid: [mimicking with sticks in his mouth] It's still green, they headed north two hours ago.
The clue to everything a man should love and fear in her was there right from the start in the ironic smile that primed and swelled the archery of her full lips. There was pride in that smile and confidence in the set of her fine nose. Without unders...
She’s a manner of speaking. Even the flowers don’t come back, or the green leaves. There are new flowers, new green leaves. There are other beautiful days. Nothing comes back, nothing repeats itself, because everything is real.
The beauty of that June day was almost staggering. After the wet spring, everything that could turn green had outdone itself in greenness and everything that could even dream of blooming or blossoming was in bloom and blossom. The sunlight was a bene...
...nobody was ever really ready to turn off their mother's machine, no matter what they thought; to turn off the light of their childhood and walk away, just as if they were turning out a light and leaving a room.
If we keep pulling death from the ground, we will reap death from the skies.
