Constant work, constant writing and constant revision. The real writer learns nothing from life. He is more like an oyster or a sponge. What he takes in he takes in normally the way any person takes in experience. But it is what is done with it in hi...
I do not think he (Chester Arthur) knows anything. He can quote a verse from poetry or a page from Dickens or Thackeray, but these are only leaves springing from a root out of dry ground. His vital forces are not fed,and very soon he has given out hi...
In this hour, Siddhartha stopped fighting his fate, stopped suffering. On his face flourished the cheerfulness of a knowledge, which is no longer opposed by any will, which knows perfection, which is in agreement with the flow of events, with the cur...
was not a teacher in the ordinary sense of the word. Scientifically productive himself in an unusual degree, and rich in chemical ideas, he imparted the latter to his advanced pupils, to be put by them to experimental proof; he thus brought his pupil...
Eve hugged him and whispered in his ear, "Careful. I'm fatal." He needed to remember that warning. He whispered back, holding her hair so she couldn’t squirm away, “Jesus. It’s like you said that directly to my balls.” She laughed so hard at ...
if Jesus had stooped to play politics he might have become a key man in Roman Judea, a big operator. It was because he was indifferent to politics, and made his indifference clear, that he was liquidated. How to live one's life outside politics, and ...
I went to see President Nixon at the White House. It wasn't difficult to get a meeting because I was heavyweight champion of the world. So I came to Washington and walked around the garden with Nixon, his wife and daughter. I said: I want you to give...
My father was a sea captain, so was his father, and his father before him, and all my uncles. My mother's people all followed the sea. I suppose that if I had been born a few years earlier, I would have had my own ship.
I don't have a pet, but I dream of someday getting a pug dog whom I will name Croque Monsieur so that I may alternate between calling him Croque, Monsieur or his full name: Croque Monsieur. I'll more than likely only use his first and last name most ...
I could fill my whole time doing interviews, speaking to crowds, and there's this natural human tendency because of our culture to think that the more people I talk to, the bigger the impact I'll have, and yet Jesus didn't spend His time just speakin...
When you give your heart to inviting people to come unto Christ, your heart will be changed. You will be doing His work for Him. You will find that He keeps His promise to be one with you in your service. You will come to know Him. And in time you wi...
Acting is rare. You can be rehearsing Ibsen with Sir Richard Eyre and suddenly he has to take a call on his mobile telling him his friend Arthur Miller has died. Or you can come back from a job on the Isle of Man to be told by your agent you're going...
Proust writes, he remembers, physically. He depends on his body to give him the information that will bring him to the past. His book is called 'In Search of Lost Time,' and he does it through the senses. He does it through smell. He does it through ...
Le Chiffre: Weeping blood comes merely from a derangement of the tear duct, my dear General. Nothing sinister. [considers his cards and moves his chips forward] Le Chiffre: All in. I have two pair and you have a 17.4% chance of making your straight.
[Roger is in the basement, vomiting] Peter: You ain't just in here by yourself, boy! [Roger aims his gun at Peter] Peter: You was in Wooley's unit, wasn't you? [Peter cocks his gun] Roger: I didn't see nothing. I didn't see how he died. [They lower t...
Ambassador Trentino: You didn't shadow Firefly? Chicolini: Oh, sure we shadow Firefly - we shadow him all day. Ambassador Trentino: But what day was that? Chicolini: Shadowday! [laughs loudly] Chicolini: That's-a some joke, eh, boss? [Trentino buries...
Dicky Speck: [as Django walks over to Ace Speck's body to retrieve his coat] Nigger! Don't you touch my brother's coat! [Django turns around and walks towards Dicky Speck; he angrily stomps on his shattered leg] Dicky Speck: AHHH! GOD DAMN IT! OH!
Stands With a Fist: He also asks if you would watch over his family while he is gone. [pauses] Stands With a Fist: This thing he asks of you is a great honor. John Dunbar: Tell him I would be happy to watch over his family.
Uther Pendragon: To kill and be king, is that all? Merlin: Perhaps not even that. Uther Pendragon: You strike me with words hard as steel! Merlin: You betrayed the Duke. You stole his wife. You took his castle. Now no one trusts you. You're not the o...
Raoul Duke: With a bit of luck, his life was ruined forever. Always thinking that just behind some narrow door in all of his favorite bars, men in red woolen shirts are getting incredible kicks from things he'll never know.
Raoul Duke: My attorney understands this concept, despite his racial handicap. But do you? Hitchhiker: [nodding] Heh heh... Raoul Duke: [narrating] He said he understood, but I could see in his eyes that he didn't. [to hitchhiker] Raoul Duke: He was ...
