Malone: You're gonna talk, pal. You're gonna beg to talk. Because somebody's going to talk! [walks out of the shack, and holds the dead body of a gangster Ness shot] Malone: Hey you, on your feet! We need you to translate this book! And you are going...
Duncan: This is the only place I'm happy. Owen: Oh, hey. Hey. Duncan: I hate him. Owen: Who? Duncan: Trent. My mom's boyfriend. He said I was a three. He asked me what I thought I was on a scale from one to ten. He said I was a three. Who says that t...
Uncle Monty: The older order changeth, yielding place to new. God fulfils himself in many ways. And soon, I suppose, I shall be swept away by some vulgar little tumour. Oh, my boys, my boys, we're at the end of an age. We live in a land of weather fo...
C.I.A. Director: What's this - this cluster of buildings down here? George: The PMA - it's the Pakistani Military Academy. C.I.A. Director: [looks at him incredulously] George: It's their West Point. C.I.A. Director: And how close is it to the house?...
Willard: [voice-over] How many people had I already killed? There were those six that I knew about for sure. Close enough to blow their last breath in my face. But this time, it was an American and an officer. That wasn't supposed to make any differe...
John Chambers: Talk to me. Tony Mendez: It's an exfil. John Chambers: From where? Tony Mendez: The worst place you can think of. John Chambers: Universal City. [Tony hands John an issue of 'Time' magazine, with illustrations of the Iranian hostages o...
Arthur: What? August Rush: I don't have a place to stay Arthur: Do I look like a real estate tycoon to you? [August shrugs] Arthur: How many dead presidents you got? [August looks at him blankly] Arthur: Nuggets? Shorts? Show me the money! [August ta...
Carter Chambers: Edward Perryman Cole died in May. It was a Sunday in the afternoon and there wasn't a cloud in the sky. He was 81 years old. Even now, I can't claim to understand the measure of a life, but I can tell you this: I know that when he di...
[an additional scene from the dvd, at Stefan's hair salon] Stefan Vanderhoof: When I started here all there was was lampshade warehouses and leather bars, the serious leather bars where you wouldn't get in unless you had a rubber ball stuffed in your...
I went closer this time and touched him. He let out a deafening shriek, as if something had pierced into his heart. I held his hand and sat there, admiring the intricate network of life on them. The creases and folds in his body were testament to the...
And when you reach the place where this understanding overtakes you; that there is no one in the world that will ever love you with the force and power you can love yourself with. That no saviour in the form of a spouse or best friend is coming to ma...
Doesn't look like much, does he?" murmurs Frederick. "Hardly a couple of ounces of feathers and bones. But that bird can fly to Africa and back. Powered by bugs and worms and desire." The wagtail hops from twig to twig. Werner rubs his aching eyes. I...
At the time he had closed in upon himself, denying her a place of entry. She was tenacious, aggressive as a lover, had tried to prise the pieces of him apart. Only when she failed had she finally let go, by then months had passed. She loved like she ...
Evangelism cant be our focus! We must not stop sharing the good news, but here’s the deal, here’s the wonderful thing, it gets done along the way as you do discipleship. Great commission is just about going to disciple the nations and you know wh...
I could not possibly have been placed in circumstances more highly favorable for study and exploration than those which I now enjoy. I am free from the distractions constantly arising in civilized life from social claims. Nature offers unceasingly th...
Trust isn’t something you can just one day decide to have. Trust cannot be fabricated out of thin air, no matter how one’s will is set to it. Trust has to be earned. And there’s the tragedy of it, the dependency on the other, who is often not u...
Think of negative speech as verbal pollution. And that's what I've been doing: visualizing insults and gossip as a dark cloud, maybe one with some sulfur dioxide. Once you've belched it out, you can't take it back. As grandma said, if you don't have ...
Some few people are born without any sense of time.As consequence, their sense of place becomes heightened to an excruciating degree. They lie in tall grass and are questioned by poets and painters from all over the world. These time-deaf are beseech...
LADIES AND GENTLEMEN! YOU'VE READ ABOUT IT IN THE NEWSPAPERS! NOW, SHUDDER AS YOU OBSERVE, BEFORE YOUR VERY EYES, THAT MOST RAREAND RAGIC OF NATURE'S MISTAKES! I GIVE YOU... PHYSICALLY , IT HAS A DEFORMED SET OF NOTICE THE SENSE OF THE CLUB-FOOTED AN...
I have a problem with receiving help in any form. I have lived a life where more often than not if something was given to me, it came at a price. An emotional price, a spiritual price, a physical price. So much so that outreaching hands seem suspicio...
Outside, with Labor Day having come and gone, summer is fighting a dying battle against the fall air. The leaves are hanging perilously on the trees, knowing full well they're going to make the plunge, clinging on as if they stand a chance not to. Th...
