I spend shockingly little time thinking about real-world stuff.
'Poltergeist' terrifies me! When the little girl Carol Anne is talking to the TV, I get shivers every time.
I think conductors do spend too little time with their orchestras.
Angelica Bell: Goodbye. Virginia Woolf: Goodbye, little girl.
Yen Lo: A little humor, my dear Zilkov, always with a little humor
Sosuke: Mom! Ponyo came back, and she's a little girl now!
Little Girl 143: I've got my eyes on you.
It's a little weird exchanging pictures for money. You know what I mean. It makes me a little uncomfortable.
There's so little money in my bank account, my scenic checks show a ghetto.
When I was a little girl - well, like, a teenager - I wanted to be Sam Jackson. I always wanted to be men.
If little green men land in your back yard, hide any little green women you've got in the house.
Find gratitude in the little things and your well of gratitude will never run dry.
There are not many times when I get nervous, but I do a little bit with penalties.
When I was little kid, I used to want to be a rock star.
Big whirls have little whirls, That feed on their velocity; And little whirls have lesser whirls, And so on to viscosity.
This journey started about 42 years ago in a little town of Brunswick, Georgia.
I'm a huge Disney nut. I have been since I was a little kid.
Women's Lib? Poor little things. They always look so unhappy. Have you noticed how bitter their faces are?
Can I be honest with you, Mr. Wind-Up Bird? I mean, really, really, really honest? Sometimes I get sooo scared! I’ll wake up in the middle of the night all alone, hundreds of miles away from anybody, and it’s pitch dark, and I have absolutely no ...
Allow me to give my lord one last piece of counsel," the old man had said, "the same counsel I once gave my brother when we parted for the last time. He was three-and-thirty when the Great Council chose him to mount the Iron Throne. A man grown with ...
That cat doesn't have a lick of sense,' I said, sighing. Well, honey, he's not right in the head,' Dad said, flipping his cigarette into the front yard. I glared at him. 'And just what do you mean by that?' Dad counted on his fingers. 'He's cross-eye...
