He had no secrets left. No defenses. He had nothing, except that same vast, dark, empty, infinite ache that had resided in him for as long as he could remember. An endless flight of stairs, leading down and down into the cold, dark pit of his soul. N...
He gave up. He'd been feeling like giving up for a long, long time. I guess it's maturity, they say it always gets you in the end. I don't seem to have any more principles left, so it's got to be maturity... A broken man, I guess that's what you beco...
First, the explosion of life. Then came the celebration. Such as it had been for generations and generations, as long as the eldest of the eldest could remember; as long as the record books had kept steady score. By the time the first buds were edgin...
Well, I always know what I want. And when you know what you want--you go toward it. Sometimes you go very fast, and sometimes only an inch a year. Perhaps you feel happier when you go fast. I don't know. I've forgotten the difference long ago, becaus...
You try getting any sympathy when you tell your best friends how much the self-avowed sadist broke your heart, how much pain she put you through. — Ivan E. Coyote to --------, 2004 (age 35)
There he got out the luncheon-basket and packed a simple meal, in which, remembering the stranger's origin and preferences, he took care to include a yard of long French bread, a sausage out of which the garlic sang, some cheese which lay down and cr...
One hundred fifty years is not long in the reckoning of a hill. But to a man it's long enough. One hundred fifty years is a week end to a redwood tree, but to a man it's two full lifetimes. One hundred fifty years is a twinkle to a star, but to a man...
Decades would pass. A few short sections would be formed in time into strangely resurrected, trunkless legs-tourist sites, sacred sites, national sites. For the line was broken, as all lines finally are; it was on longing for meaning and hope, but th...
Just then Antonio, his two guards, his two Pit Bulls, Sebastian, and a strange, tall Keja bloke who had long white-grey hair and a matching long beard entered. That’s Luther, Jared informed me. He’s Antonio’s Advisor. Someone should tell him th...
I have a type of bipolar that swings up and down all day long. There are significant mood swings within a day, within a week, within a month. I go through at least four major episodes a year. That's really the definition of bipolar rapid cycle. But I...
When we look back into our lives we see that our life is but a collection, a collage of these moments which take the shape of images, images which lower our spirits, images which inspire, images which help us remember the people that have come along ...
My belief is when God created you, he put inside you all the tools you needed to have a full and purposeful life. Sometimes we forget how many fantastic gifts lay inside and it takes very trying and tough situations to have them present themselves. W...
Frank Abagnale, Jr.: [of the FBI] Carl, how long do I have to work here? Carl Hanratty: 7:15 in the morning, 4:00 in the afternoon, 45 minutes for lunch. Frank Abagnale, Jr.: I mean, how long? Carl Hanratty: Every day. Every day, Frank, until we let ...
Maude: [at her 80th birthday party] I couldn't imagine a lovelier farewell! Harold: Farewell? Maude: Oh, yes, dear... My 80th birthday. Harold: But you're not going anywhere... are you? Maude: [long pause] I took the tablets an hour ago. I'll be gone...
Lestat: Mon dieu, what melancholy nonsense. I swear you grow more like Louis each day. Soon you'll be eating rats! Claudia: Rats? When did you eat rats, Louis? Louis: It was a long, long time ago. Before you were born, and I don't recommend them.
Old Woman: Some of those stars have been burnt out for a long, long time. They're dead, but once they were so bright that their light is still travelling through space. We can still see them. Thomas: How can you tell which one is dead and which one i...
Barbara Covett: People like Sheba think they know what it is to be lonely. But of the drip, drip of the long-haul, no-end-in-sight solitude, they know nothing. What it's like to construct an entire weekend around a visit to the launderette. Or to be ...
Barto: How long have you been with the BCI now, Serpico? Frank Serpico: All my life. Barto: That's long enough to know how we do things. Frank Serpico: Barto, it's not just that. [in a sarcastic tone] Frank Serpico: You don't like me! Barto: BCI neve...
[last lines] John Milner: I know, uh... you probably think you're a big shot, goin' off like this... John Milner: [he slaps Curt] ... but you're still a punk. Curt Henderson: OK, John... So long... So long! [Steve, Terry, Laurie and John wish Curt go...
Station Attendant: Took the header plugs off, eh? Expectin' some action? John Milner: Yeah, I think so. There's some punk lookin' for me. Station Attendant: Why the hell do they bother? You've been number one as long as I can remember. John Milner: Y...
Ennis Del Mar: We can get together... once in a while, way the hell out in the middle of nowhere, but... Jack Twist: Once in a while? Every four fuckin' years? Ennis Del Mar: If you can't fix it, Jack, you gotta stand it. Jack Twist: For how long? En...
