The man's gaze hesitated on the four-inch cut on Joe's left cheek, courtesy of the log that had slapped him in the face on the river. With twenty-some stitches sticking out, the wound looked like a giant red caterpillar was crawling across Joe's face...
It can't be supposed," said Joe. "Tho' I'm oncommon fond of reading, too." Are you, Joe?" Oncommon. Give me," said Joe, "a good book, or a good newspaper, and sit me down afore a good fire, and I ask no better. Lord!" he continued, after rubbing his ...
Sugar: Oh Josephine! The most wonderful thing happened! Joe: What? Sugar: Guess. Joe: They repealed prohibition? Jerry: Oh come now, you can do better than that. Sugar: I met one of them. Joe: One of whom? Sugar: Shell Oil Junior. He's got millions, ...
I think confidence is a true form of beauty.
They call them terrorists, I call them freedom fighters.
Call us the future from your past.
I have a great belief in the future of my people and my country.
I'm always working on concepts and ideas for the future.
My heart has been resuscitated as a result of becoming a mom.
I follow politics, but I don't like to discuss it.
Gardens are not made by singing 'Oh, how beautiful!' and sitting in the shade.
One thing I've learned to appreciate as I've gotten a little older is direct forms of communication.
Cameron Crowe can write dialogue and shoot it with warmth and humor like nobody else.
When a man goes through six years training to be a doctor he will never be the same. He knows too much.
Once you're labeled as mentally ill, and that's in your medical notes, then anything you say can be discounted as an artefact of your mental illness.
I believe it should be possible for someone stricken with a serious and ultimately fatal illness to choose to die peacefully with medical help, rather than suffer.
Claudia: Locked together in hatred. But I can't hate you, Louis. Louis, my love, I was mortal till you gave me your immortal kiss. You became my mother, and my father, and so I'm yours forever. But now it's time to end it, Louis. Now it's time to lea...
Lestat: Mon dieu, what melancholy nonsense. I swear you grow more like Louis each day. Soon you'll be eating rats! Claudia: Rats? When did you eat rats, Louis? Louis: It was a long, long time ago. Before you were born, and I don't recommend them.
Louis: Where are we? Lestat: Where do you think, my idiot friend? We're in a nice, filthy cemetery. Does this make you happy? Is this fitting, proper enough? Louis: We belong in hell. Lestat: And what if there is no hell, or they don't want us there?...
Finally having the freedom to speak is a really liberating feeling.
Freedom isn't to do what you want at somebody else's expense.
