Jesus: I said Love! I didn't say Death!
Pontius Pilate: Unfortunately for you, we don't want things changed.
Saul: Judas! What are you doing with this magician?
Colonel Munro: Those considerations are subordinate to the interests of the Crown.
Idi Amin: What you need, is to have some fun.
Algren: How's your poem coming? Katsumoto: The end is proving difficult.
Colonel Bagley: Son of a bitch thinks he can win.
Dr. Manhattan: I feel fear, for the last time.
Don't forget this club nearly went out of extinction last year.
When is the last time you got angry at someone treating you with respect?
When was the last time someone ran their fingers through the knots of your soul?
The last resort of kings, the cannonball. The last resort of the people, the paving stone.
Last year we said, 'Things can't go on like this', and they didn't, they got worse.
Then again, you cannot stop the flood of desire as it moves through the world, inappropriate though it may sometimes be. It is the prerogative of all humans to make ludicrous choices, to fall in love with the most unlikely of partners, and to set the...
So when modern-day religious conservatives wax nostalgic about how marriage is a sacred tradition that reaches back into history for thousands of uninterrupted years, they are absolutely correct, but in only one respect—only if they happen to be ta...
All too often, those of us who choose to remain childless are accused of being somehow unwomanly or unnatural or selfish, but history teaches us that there have always been women who went through life without having babies.
I also get that we women in particular must work very hard to keep our fantasies as clearly and cleanly delineated from our realities as possible, and that sometimes it can take years of effort to reach such a point of sober discernment.
With each reunion (we) had to learn each other all over again. There was always that nervous moment at the airport when I would stand there waiting for him to arrive, wondering, Will I still know him? Will he still know me?
I had long ago learned that when you are the giant, alien visitor to a remote and foreign culture it is sort of your job to become an object of ridicule. It’s the least you can do, really, as a polite guest.
Let me have war, say I: it exceeds peace as far as day does night; it's spritely, waking, audible, and full of vent. Peace is a very apoplexy, lethargy; mulled, deaf, sleepy, insensible; a getter of more bastard children than war's a destroyer of men...
Christians. They’re determined to rid the land of any who worship the Horned One. Murdering all the druids, burning the temples, sometimes whole villages, and knocking over the standing stones.” The Lady’s face hardened. “This god of peace an...
