I'm writing for my ideal reader, for somebody who's willing to take the time, who's willing to get lost in a new world, who's willing to do their part. But then I have to do my part and give them a sound and a voice that they believe in enough to kee...
Time dissolves in summer anyway: days are long, weekends longer. Hours get all thin and watery when you are lost in the book you'd never otherwise have time to read. Senses are sharper - something about the moist air and bright light and fruit in sea...
When I think of myself at 15, even 17, I could simply not have done this work on an international level and travel all the time, take care of myself and not feel lost. I feel very happy that this is happening now, and not 10 years ago, as I feel stro...
So much of memory comes from the beginning of our lives when we know the world for the first time with a kind of clarity. It is that discovery of the past in the present on which a writer depends again and again as if our lost childhoods, like the su...
We take so many of our freedoms for granted nowadays - I can travel where I like, I can have a baby when I like, I can do any job I want - but I do think chivalry has been lost a little bit.
Vesper Lynd: So? James Bond: You want to do what to me? Vesper Lynd: You've lost me completely. James Bond: You just said you can't wait to get me back to the room.
James Bond: You want to do what to me! Vesper Lynd: You've lost me. James Bond: You just said you can't wait to get me back up to the room. Let's go.
Burt: Do you care even about the holocaust, or do you think it never happened? Harry Block: Not only do I know that we lost 6 million, but the scary thing is that records are made to be broken
Henry Barthes: [In nursing home] Grampa, you doing any writing in your journal? [Thumbs through empty journal] Grampa: I don't remember much, I lost the habit. You can't think in this place, you can't make new memories.
General der Artillerie Helmuth Weidling: My Führer, as a soldier I suggest we try to break through the encirclement. During the fight for Berlin we've already lost 15-20,000 of the younger officers. Adolf Hitler: But that's what young men are for.
[first lines] Pete Dunham: Fuck me. If I knew we was going to a bar mitzvah, I would have brought me fuckin' skull cap. Mate, Tottenham's due north. Are you lost? Or just fucking stupid?
Minny Jackson: Eat my shit. Hilly Holbrook: What'd you say? Minny Jackson: I said eat... my... shit. Hilly Holbrook: Have you lost your mind? Minny Jackson: No, ma'am but you is about to. 'Cause you just did.
Lord Voldemort: [to Dumbledore via Harry's voice] You've lost, old man. Harry Potter: [to Voldemort] You're the weak one. And you'll never know love,or friendship. And I feel sorry for you.
Annie Hughes: [Hogarth is trying to show his mom a squirrel he found] All right, all right, where is this guy? [Hogarth discovers that the squirrel has gotten lost] Hogarth Hughes: I... will go get him.
Mr. Potter: [Harry's won the Congressional Medal of Honour] How does slacker George feel about that? Uncle Billy: Very jealous, very jealous. He only lost three buttons off his vest.
Eames: Great. Thank you. So, now we're trapped in Fischer's mind battling his own private army, and if we get killed, we'll be lost in limbo till our brains turn to scrambled egg.
Fred Madison: Where's Alice? Mystery Man: Alice who? Her name is Renee. If she's told you her name is Alice, she's lying. [filled with rage] Mystery Man: [shouts] And your name? What the fuck is your name?
Prince Eric: [upon first meeting Ariel, after she's signed her soul over to Ursula, lost her voice, been turned into a human, and nearly drowned] Gee, you must have really been through something.
[Boromir picks up the One Ring after Frodo had lost it] Boromir: It is a strange fate that we should suffer so much fear and doubt over so small a thing. Such a little thing.
Ruth Popper: Y'see? You shouldn't have come here. I'm around that corner now. You've ruined it and it's lost completely. Just your needing me won't make it come back.
Bob: What are you doing? Charlotte: My husband's a photographer, so he's here working. I wasn't doing anything so I came along. Bob: What do you do? Charlotte: I'm not sure yet, actually.
