Cowboy: Howdy. Adam Kesher: Howdy to you. Cowboy: Beautiful evening. Adam Kesher: Yeah. Cowboy: Sure wanna thank you for coming all the way up here to see me from that nice little hotel downtown. Adam Kesher: No problem. What's on your mind? Cowboy: ...
[a knock at the door] Alexander Rance: It's open. Top marks for speed, no marks for cookery. [holding plate with egg] Alexander Rance: What, may I ask, do you call this? Michael Sullivan: Put it down. Alexander Rance: Mr. Sullivan! Michael Sullivan: ...
[Ryan and Natalie arrived at the Hilton hotel where Ryan jumps to the counter to check with his Hilton Honors card; A woman becomes insulted by this] Business Woman: He just waltzes in and cuts in line? Hilton Clerk: We reserve priority assistance fo...
A cell is just a room if you don't lock the door.
...when the room goes silent, someone has spoken with authority...
Many of our problems in US maternity care stem from the fact that we leave no room for recognizing when nature is smarter than we are.
Writers are always alone, even in a room bursting with noises of the familiar.
Trust him not with your secrets, who, when left alone in your room, turns over your papers.
I think there is only one way to write fiction - alone, in a room, without interruption or any distraction.
The tough thing about writing is you go into a room alone, you close the door and you do your work.
You can get help from teachers, but you are going to have to learn a lot by yourself, sitting alone in a room.
Anyone who writes knows that ultimately the majority of your time is spent alone in a room with a piano or a guitar, no matter what the project is.
The paperweight was the room he was in, and the coral was Julia's life and his own, fixed in a sort of eternity at the heart of the crystal.
Her own misery filled her heart—there was no room in it for other people's sorrow.
When the body escaped mutilation, seldom did the heart go to the grave unscarred.
Danger, like a third man, was standing in the room.
It was a room full of ghosts, arranged in readiness for days that would never happen.
(Jeez, get a locked room on unsanctified ground, you two.)
She was made for untidy rooms and rumpled beds.
The malpractice for advice-giving is like five times as much as a craniotomy.
Maybe Cubism started this way. Memory re-arranging a face.
