Susan Orlean: Do you ever get lonely sometimes, Johnny? John Laroche: Well, I was a weird kid. Nobody liked me. But I had this idea. If I waited long enough, someone would come around and just, you know... understand me. Like my mom, except someone e...
[Directors cut ending: Ash emerges from a cave where he's been asleep for 700 years. He looks overjoyed] Ash: Ha ha. Manufactured parts. Ha... [Look of joy turns to horror as he sees a world devastated by nuclear war] Ash: No. No. Oh God I slept too ...
Lester Bangs: So, you're the one who's been sending me those articles from your school newspaper. William Miller: I've been doing some stuff for a local underground paper, too. Lester Bangs: What, are you like the star of your school? William Miller:...
Genie: What would you wish of me? [as Arnold Schwarzenegger] Genie: The ever impressive... [as if trapped in a box] Genie: ... the long-contained... [as SeÒor Wences] Genie: ... the often immitated, but never... [multiplies himself] Genie: ... dupli...
Parnell Emmett McCarthy: [eyeing an empty liquor bottle] You fought this soldier by yourself. You've been drinking alone, Paulie. I don't like that. Paul Biegler: Drop the stone, Counsellor. You live in a glass house. Parnell Emmett McCarthy: My wind...
Sen. Ralph Owen Brewster: [about Hughes] Well, we have a long list of particulars. Chief among them is that he defrauded the American government of $56 million while we were at war, when we could least afford it. While brave men were dying on the bea...
Derek Vinyard: We're so hung up on this notion that we have some obligation to help the struggling black man, you know. Cut him some slack until he can overcome these historical injustices. It's crap. I mean, Christ, Lincoln freed the slaves, like, w...
Enzo: ...So, between Mamma, Roberto and Alfredo, we yell and scream at each other all day long. Except for Angelica, she just cries. And then finally, we all end up kissing. Can you explain that to me? Because *that's* what love is all about. It's a ...
[last lines] Brandon: [voiceover] Dear Lana, By the time you read this, I'll be back home in Lincoln. I'm scared of what's ahead, but when I think of you I know I'll be able to go on. You were right. Memphis isn't far at all. I'll be making a trip ou...
George: The lawyer says he can plead it down to five years. I'll serve two. Barbara Buckley: Two years? George: Yeah, two years. Barbara Buckley: George, I can't wait that long. George: You kidding me? You're not gonna wait for me? What the fuck is t...
Jack Twist: [looking over at Ennis in the firelight; he has laid back and is looking up at the stars, smiling] Anything interesting up there in heaven? Ennis Del Mar: [for the first time in a long time, content] I was just sending up a prayer of than...
Jack Twist: Ever notice how a woman'll powder her nose before a party starts, and the powder it again when the party's over? Why powder your nose just to go home to bed? Randall Malone: Don't know. Even if I wanted to know, couldn't get a word in wit...
I think that the thematic, formal history of the literary form ultimately harkens back to a different political system. That is to say, a feudal order: the aristocratic dispensation of leisure time, the refinements of the self. With the shift from fe...
Something like panic struck at Hurlow. Moffat's calm confession of fear withdrew the prop upon which he had leaned. Down there, among the motionless shadows, lurked invisible things, things that were nameless, shapeless and malignant; things which co...
Sifting through long forgotten stories of my childhood and writing on a daily basis, I became obsessed with following the threads of my memories, one leading to another. I start pulling on a single, seemingly trivial strand, only to discover it is at...
And shall I pray Thee change Thy will, my Father, Until it be according unto mine? But, no, Lord, no, that never shall be, rather I pray Thee blend my human will with Thine. I pray Thee hush the hurrying, eager longing, I pray Thee soothe the pangs o...
If we were less of what seems like ease in our lives they would tell more for Christ and souls...We profess to be strangers and pilgrims, seeking after a country of our own, yet we settle down in the most un-stranger-like fashion, exactly as if we we...
Juliet by Ann Fortier. The Maestro (Chapter5) ... the slight nausea he was feeling must be somewhat near what God was feeling every minute of every day. If indeed He felt anything. He was, after all, a divine being, and it was entirely conceivable th...
I know we are miles and miles away from one another, but I always believed that as long as our souls are connected to each other, the flame of our love will burn forever. Only souls can resist death, our physical connection is meaningless... you alwa...
And I cannot tell you how much I appreciate that because the days are long, the road is hard, the trials are there and I never know when, I have this little gray cloud that's over my head, when it's gonna start raining on me again. And I do need ever...
Ah man. I remember the days of lying to my mother about a boy. Once I had a boy hidden in the closet and of course Mom wouldn't leave, so I finally had to pretend to get sick to my stomach just to get her out of the room long enough for him to climb ...
