Further, any way of life based on the importation of resources is also functionally based on violence, because if your way of life requires the importation of resources, trade will never be sufficiently reliable: if people in the next watershed over ...
Humans are only one species of millions. To kill millions of species for the benefit of one is insane, just as killing millions of people for the benefit of one person would be insane. And since unimpeded ecological collapse would kill off humans any...
The theatre is a tragic place, full of endings and partings and heartbreak. You dedicate yourself passionately to something, to a project, to people, to a family, you think of nothing else for weeks and months, then suddenly it's over, it's perpetual...
It is in fact an orderly community. The green plants are food for the plant eaters, which are food for the predators, and some of those predators are food for still other predators. And what's left over is food for the scavengers, who return to the e...
You don't want some tacky Vegas fly-by. You're serious. You're serious about friendships, about your work, your family. You're serious about Star Wars, and you active dislike of Jar Jar Binks---" "Well, God. Come on, anyone who---" "You're serious," ...
John Coffey: Poor old Del. Paul Edgecomb: Yeah. Poor old Del. John, you okay...? John Coffey: I could feel it from here. Paul Edgecomb: What do you mean? You could hear it. Is that what you mean? You could hear it. John Coffey: He out of it now, thou...
The little man gave the big one a look. One of his eyes was green, one was black, and both were cool.
A primary purpose of the police is to enforce the delusions of those with lots of green paper.
The River Swish Deftly maneuvered through the dark green abyss ~ The wooden raft seemed in tune with this ~ Canorous rush of the river swish....
Reflections of the battlements shimmered in the deep green moat, casting an image of enduring strength, an image that defied the very siege of time.
I wasn't good company, that was true, and people avoided me, but that was all right. I was too busy dreaming.
I want the difficult stories, the ones that aren’t easy to believe, the twisted ones, the sorrowful ones, the ones that need telling most of all.
You can't choose your childhood, it's just what happens to you. But after that you choose. And that's really what (makes you).
In the great green room, there was a telephone And a red balloon And a picture of a cat jumping over the moon...
...it’s not just the person who fills a house, it’s their I’ll be back later!s, their toothbrushes and unused hats and coats, their belongingnesses.
Interesting fact from the front lines: raw grief smells like ripped leaves and splintered branches, a jagged green shriek.
It makes me feel so amazing to know there's people out here that support me and follow me on Twitter and watch my shows on YouTube and come to my concert, so I'm very thankful.
One of the most amazing things I got from the film, so much green screen, there are so many moments and it really taught me about how important it is to have an intention when flying, when going somewhere and having an intention.
My thoughts are all over the place as I fall asleep, and images of clouded roses and angry green eyes flow through my dreams.
It takes a person of great care and insight to watch for any abnormality in the green grass even while it grows abundantly and healthily.
For as long as the world spins and the earth is green with new wood, she will lie in this box and not in my arms.
