Randal Graves: Embolism in a pool. Dante Hicks: What an embarrassing way to die. Randal Graves: That's nothing compared to how my cousin Walter died. Dante Hicks: How did he die? Randal Graves: He broke his neck. Dante Hicks: That's embarrassing? Ran...
Margot Mary Wendice: Anyone would have realized he was dead. Just one look at those staring eyes... Chief Insp. Hubbard: So you did see his face, after all. Margot Mary Wendice: I saw his eyes! I can't remember his face!
[last lines] E.T.: Come... Elliot: [solemnly] Stay... E.T.: [puts his finger to his glowing heart] Ouch. Elliot: [mimics the same action, tearfully] Ouch. E.T.: [E.T. and Elliot embrace each other, then E.T. puts his glowing finger to Elliot's forehe...
DJ Ruby Rhod: We'll find out everything there is to know about the D man: his dreams, his desires, his most intimates of intimates, and from what I'm looking at, "intimate" is the stud muffin's middle name. So tell me my man, are you nervous in the s...
Voice of Drug Film Narrator: Know your dope fiend. You will not be able to see his eyes because of tea shades, but his knuckles will be white from inner tension and his pants will be crusted with semen from constantly jacking off when he can't find a...
Andrew Largeman: [to Sam while a dog humps his leg] Got any suggestions? Sam: [laughing] What? Andrew Largeman: [louder] You got any suggestions? Sam: Yeah, kick his balls. Kick his balls! Andrew Largeman: I don't wanna destroy future generations of ...
[last lines] Carol Lipton: You were jealous of Ted. Larry Lipton: Ted, you've gotta be kidding, take away his elevator shoes and his fake suntan and his capped teeth and what do you have? Carol Lipton: You! Larry Lipton: Right, I like that!
Flynn Rider: Hey, Max! [throws him a bag of apples as he, Rapunzel, and Pascal row out to see the floating lanterns. Max gets a suspicious look on his face] Flynn Rider: What? I bought them! [Maximus starts chomping away happily at his apples] Flynn ...
Capone: I want you to get this fuck where he breathes! I want you to find this nancy-boy Eliot Ness, I want him DEAD! I want his family DEAD! I want his house burned to the GROUND! I wanna go there in the middle of the night and I wanna PISS ON HIS A...
Natasha Romanoff: Thor, report on the Hulk. Thor: The gates of Hel are filled with the screams of his victims! [Natasha glares at him while Bruce groans and puts his head in his hands] Thor: But not the screams of the dead, of course. No, no... wound...
[Thor has his arms wrapped around Hulk's right arm and he is trying to fight back the Hulk's attack] Thor: We are not your enemies, Banner! Try to think! [Hulk lifts his arm up, to Thor's surprise, and he sends him flying as he punches Thor's face wi...
Carter Chambers: Even now I cannot understand the measure of a life, but I can tell you this. I know that when he died, his eyes were closed and his heart was open. And I'm pretty sure he was happy with his final resting place, because he was buried ...
What is so special about a title? The mode and significance of titles have changed with the change in the lyrical traditions. So these transitions in style and the art of signification are all collective. What has never changed is the author's intent...
The apprehension of this blessed truth (God's faithfulness) will check our murmurings. The Lord knows what is best for each of us, and one effect or resting on this truth will be the silencing of our petulant complainings. God is greatly honored when...
When we cry out to God as a result of our pain and spiritual brokenness He hears us and is compelled to move on our behalf because of His love for us. However, when we complain it is an indictment against His authority as a God who knows His plans fo...
Religious fanaticism is the most dangerous form of insanity.
The heart apparently doesn’t stop that easily.
what is new in his theories is not true, and what is true in his theories is not new.
My world had become his, or his mine; it was hard to say
While one finds company in himself and his pursuits, he cannot feel old, no matter what his years may be.
Grief can't be shared. Everyone carries it alone. His own burden in his own way.
