[longer introduction to "The Sorcerer's Apprentice"] Narrator: And now we're going to hear a piece of music that tells a very definite story. As a matter of fact, in this case, the story came first and the composer wrote the music to go with it. It's...
Jem: There goes the meanest man that ever took a breath of life. Dill Harris: Why is he the meanest man? Jem: Well, for one thing, he has a boy named Boo that he keeps chained to a bed in the house over yonder. Boo only comes out at night when you're...
Macaulay Connor: Tracy. Tracy Lord: What do you want? Macaulay Connor: You're wonderful. There's a magnificence in you, Tracy. Tracy Lord: Now I'm getting self-conscious. It's funny. I - Mike? Let's... Macaulay Connor: Yeah? Tracy Lord: I don't know ...
Dr. Frederick Frankenstein: Love is the only thing that can save this poor creature, and I am going to convince him that he is loved even at the cost of my own life. No matter what you hear in there, no matter how cruelly I beg you, no matter how ter...
Baseball life is a tough life on the family.
For me, my life is a journey.
...quality of life lies in knowledge, in culture. Values are what constitute true quality of life, the supreme quality of life, even above food, shelter and clothing.
Live a life that leaves a memory, nobody can steal.
The destination is a happy life, an accomplished life that doesn't end with death but with eternal life.
Live life to the fullest
Singing is my life. It has always been my life. It will always be my life.
All my adult life, there was the Troubles. That was the backdrop of my life.
To go to bed at night in Madrid marks you as a little queer. For a long time your friends will be a little uncomfortable about it. Nobody goes to bed in Madrid until they have killed the night. Appointments with a friend are habitually made for after...
Man is literally split in two: he has an awareness of his own splendid uniqueness in that he sticks out of nature with a towering majesty, and yet he goes back into the ground a few feet in order blindly and dumbly to rot and disappear forever.
From something as simple as what goes in to a good meatloaf to the not so simple - religion, culture, how you should vote, every damn thing you think or believe, your reactions, your behavior - were partially shaped by who and what your parents were.
It was like that all the time, in those years: an endless trip, a gaudy voyage. But powers decay. Time leaches the colors from the best of visions. The world becomes grayer. Entropy beats us down. Everything fades. Everything goes. Everything dies.
He goes on and on about war like it is something beautiful and noble, which only means he's never seen it himself. War is hideous and it leaves you covered in shit. I cannot kill anyone else. I will not.
I have got akwanted with Lofty John. Ilse is a great friend of his and often goes there to watch him working in his carpenter shop. He says he has made enough ladders to get to heaven without the priest but that is just his joke.
You know the truth, Miriam. God rewards those who serve him and cultivate his will. If anything goes wrong, and we die, he'll reward us by making sure we're never apart again. We'd be together forever, honey, forever...
Here, and it goes on to appear now, she comes, a peacefugle, a parody's bird, a peri potmother, a pringlpik in the ilandiskippy, with peewee and powwows in beggybaggy on her bickybacky and a flick flask fleckflinging its pixylighting pacts' huemeramy...
But I shall choose to remember you, and it would be nice if it went both ways. That’s how it generally goes in my country.” September thought.
