But just understand the difference between a man like Reardon and a man like me. He is the old type of unpractical artist; I am the literary man of 1882. He won't make concessions, or rather, he can't make them; he can't supply the market. I--well, y...
What did you see when you died?" He has that tenative half smile, like he's almost embarrassed by what he's saying. "Because I'm guessing it wasn't the Sea of Tranquility." And when I look at him, I'm not so sure it wasn't. “Where did you go?" His ...
Fabre stood up. He placed his fingertips on d‘Anton’s temples. “Put your fingers here,” he said. “Feel the resonance. Put them here, and here.” He jabbed at d’Anton’s face: below the cheekbones, at the side of his jaw. “I’ll teach...
She stared into his eyes and announced, “A good-bye kiss.” It was at that Raid stopped dead. “What?” “Raiden, the gig is up,” she declared, and Raid closed his eyes. Jesus, how could the woman be so infuriating and so fucking cute all at ...
IN ONE IMPORTANT WAY, an abusive man works like a magician: His tricks largely rely on getting you to look off in the wrong direction, distracting your attention so that you won’t notice where the real action is. He draws you into focusing on the t...
You haven’t fed for several days. And you refuse to drink from me…so go…and come back soon.” He shook his head, his dark eyes bleak as he gazed upon his wife. “I can’t leave you,” he whispered. “Last time I left you alone…” he cou...
After debating with a religious scholar you leave the room but suddenly you are pushed and about to hit the ground. If you fall and hit the ground; they will tell you, you saw the power of God he made you fall and now you are on the ground. If you fa...
Capt. Jack Doyle: You ever investigated an abduction before? Patrick Kenzie: I think Mrs. McCready was hoping we could help with the neighborhood aspect of this investigation, the people, you know. Capt. Jack Doyle: How old are you? Patrick Kenzie: I...
Dwayne: I wish I could just sleep until I was eighteen and skip all this crap-high school and everything-just skip it. Frank: Do you know who Marcel Proust is? Dwayne: He's the guy you teach. Frank: Yeah. French writer. Total loser. Never had a real ...
Roy Hobbs: I'll take some coffee, then. [Hobbs finds ball and glove on couch after viewing framed photos placed on furniture] Iris Gaines: It's my son's. he means the world to me. he's a great kid. Roy Hobbs: I'll bet he is. I'd like to meet him. Iri...
He who fears he shall suffer, already suffers what he fears.
He felt he could not be honest without disappointing everybody he loved.
I met Tiger Woods when he was younger. He's amazing - obviously technically, but his mental approach, too. He's really something.
I worked with Carl Perkins on a number of shows. Live shows. He just showed up and played. He just killed. Killed! Man... he was amazing!
As the plane got closer to Miami, I had this terrible feeling he was dying. Maybe he was telling me that he was going. I felt anger, panic, despair and helplessness.
No actor is a success unless he feels inside himself, as long as he lives, that he is good.
The way he looked at you? He wasn’t distracted. He was consumed.
He awoke at six, as usual. He needed no alarm clock. He was already comprehensively alarmed.
He wanted to die. He prayed for it. Through the roar in his ears, he begged for it.
Isn’t he cute? That he thinks he has a sense of humour?
No married man is genuinely happy if he has to drink worse whisky than he used to drink when he was single.
