At night, after the exhausting games of canasta, we would look out over the immense sea, full of white-flecked and green reflections, the two of us leaning side by side on the railing, each of us far away, flying in his own aircraft to the stratosphe...
Edward D. Wood, Jr.: Kathy... I'm about to tell you something that I never told any girl on a first date. But I think it's important that you know... I like to wear women's clothes. Kathy O'Hara: Huh? Edward D. Wood, Jr.: I like to wear women's cloth...
The long run is a misleading guide to current affairs. In the long run we are all dead.
Love as the moon loves the night. Love as much as you can. Love as long as you can. Love as long as you live. Live only as long as you can love.
My hair is way, way long. I've hitchhiked across the country a zillion times. I've ridden in every car. I was never a hippie. It takes more than long hair.
You've got to love what you're doing. If you love it, you can overcome any handicap or the soreness or all the aches and pains, and continue to play for a long, long time.
I love 3-D. I have been a big fan of 3-D for a long, long time. I took my 1988 wedding pictures in 3-D!
By the time the Truth comes, you'd have been a sure-shot rascal, a long-gone bastard, a life-long sinner, but an ever-humble winner.
Long is the night to him who is awake; long is a mile to him who is tired; long is life to the foolish who do not know the true law.
the ache became longing, longing became nostalgia, nostalgia became fondness, and after a while he could see the funny side of it. A long while.
My background is deep and set in deep time, and in a narrow space, oral traditions going back a long, long time, which I inherited by osmosis.
I might have lived long enough to learn all this in the long haul, but I would have been just another soul taking up time and space for a long spell before I learned.
I was born in 1949 - which seems like a long time ago... Actually, it is a long time ago, when I think about it.
I've lived in L.A. for a long time, and they say, 'If you sit in a barber's shop for long enough, you will get a hair cut.' Well, if you live in Los Angeles for long enough, you're going to get some surgery.
The house was the color of baby vomit.
There are no wrong roads to anywhere.
Even under the best of circumstances, the road back from war is difficult.
If only my heart were stone.
In the grueling light that passed for day...
We wandered in a frenzy and a dream (301).
There are no rest stops on the road of life. Otherwise they'd be congested with traffic.
