My job is writing. I get paid to do it. When was the last time you heard someone challenge a doctor for making money off of cancer?
So on May 1, 1987, at Gary's invitation, I agreed to see him one last time - to confront him face-to-face about his sincerity and with the intention of ending our brief relationship.
I am tired of all this sort of thing called science here... We have spent millions in that sort of thing for the last few years, and it is time it should be stopped.
A clear cold morning with high wind: we caught in a trap a large gray wolf, and last night obtained in the same way a fox who had for some time infested the neighbourhood of the fort.
My wife and I tried two or three times in the last 40 years to have breakfast together, but it was so disagreeable we had to stop.
Productivity and the growth of productivity must be the first economic consideration at all times, not the last. That is the source of technological innovation, jobs, and wealth.
I didn't hear you complaining last night.' 'That's because I wasn't,' she argued. 'Then what's the problem?' he asked aggressively. 'There is no problem. We had a good time and now it's over.' 'Just like that?' 'You want flowers?
For me, when I was a kid, volunteering was the last thing I was thinking about. When I see kids doing it now, it amazes me. It's very impressive, it gives them something productive to do as opposed to getting in trouble. For them to take time out at ...
Breakfast seemed to be a good time for throwing your emotions around. Jodie said that at this place emotions were like Frisbees – people just tossed them around all day long like they were at a park.
I wasn't going to kiss you."' 'You weren't?' I look up look up at him. [...] 'Nope, the next time I kiss you it'll last a long, long time. And when we're done you're going to realize being turned on is not about experience.
I rarely drink, but last night, after several hours and several beers at the bar, I found myself face to face with two huge boobs. They weren’t the breasts of a young woman, but those of an old man. Still, the taste of a nipple is genderless.
Hope...which is whispered from Pandora's box only after all the other plagues and sorrows had escaped, is the best and last of all things. Without it, there is only time. And time pushes at our backs like a centrifuge, forcing us outward and away, un...
The last time when I was in a relationship, I used to talk about it, but the spotlight gets to your personal life. Wherever you go, people ask the same question. At times, it gets difficult. You work so much on a film, and people only want to know ab...
[last lines] Casares: [voice over narration] What is a ghost? A tragedy condemned to repeat itself time and again? An instant of pain, perhaps. Something dead which still seems to be alive. An emotion suspended in time. Like a blurred photograph. Lik...
Mrs. Bennet: But she doesn't like him. I thought she didn't like him. Jane Bennet: So did I, so did we all. We must have been wrong. Mrs. Bennet: Wouldn't be the first time, will it? Jane Bennet: No, nor the last I dare say.
[last lines] Sarah Connor: [narrating] The unknown future rolls toward us. I face it, for the first time, with a sense of hope. Because if a machine, a Terminator, can learn the value of human life, maybe we can too.
I feel there will be a time. A time when there will be no agony. I will never cry. There will come a time when my smile will be genuine. You will be able to tell. I feel there will come a time when the winds will carry all the wrinkles away when the ...
Katsumoto: What happened to the warriors at Thermopylae? Algren: Dead to the last man.
The last unicorn lived in a lilac wood, and she lived all alone.
But if I'm it, the last of my kind, the last page of human history, like hell I'm going to let the story end this way. I may be the last one, but I am the one still standing. I am the one turning to face the faceless hunter in the woods on an abandon...
[last lines] Ruth Popper: Never you mind, honey. Never you mind.
