I wish I could spend six years writing one novel.
Far worst of all, the fever had settled in Mary's eyes, and Mary was blind.
With improvisation, I just do it. It might be a total failure but then you just throw the dice again.
Rudy: Mary, Mary quite contrary. What makes your garden grow?
The nativity mystery “conceived from the Holy Spirit and born from the Virgin Mary”, means, that God became human, truly human out of his own grace. The miracle of the existence of Jesus , his “climbing down of God” is: Holy Spirit and Virgin...
Los buenos actos resuenan a nuestro paso, mucho tiempo después de que hayamos olvidado haberlos realizado.
'The Lake of Dreams' grew gradually, over many years, elements and ideas accruing until they gained enough critical mass to become a novel.
Johns Hopkins introduced me to two defining events in my life: commitment to biomedical research and meeting my future wife, Mary.
Young Mary: [about Len Hislop] He's scared of outside, which is a disease called homophobia.
You can't do science in a novel, but you can do philosophy. Or, if you're really lucky, you can manage to pose a question in such a way that other people will take it on.
George Bailey: [gazing eyes with Mary] Well, well, well. Freddie Othello: Now, to get back to my story, see? [in a trance, Mary hands Othello her drink, and George and Mary start dancing] Freddie Othello: Hey, this is MY dance! George Bailey: Oh, why...
Mary Poppins: [watching Bert, Albert, Jane, and Michael laugh together on the ceiling] Why, it's the most disgraceful sight I've ever seen, or my name isn't Mary Poppins. Bert: Speakin' o' names, I know a man with a wooden leg named Smith. Uncle Albe...
Marie: Restaurants are to people in the 80's what theatres were to people in the 60's. I read that in a magazine. Jess: I wrote that. Marie: Get out of here. Jess: I did, I wrote that. Marie: Where did I read that? Jess: New York magazine Harry: Sall...
Tim: I used to think my phone was old and shit, but it's suddenly my most valuable possession. Mary: You really like me? Even my frock? Tim: I love your frock. Mary: And, um, my hair. It's not too brown? Tim: I love brown. Mary: My fringe is new. Tim...
Marie Derry: What are you gonna do? Fred Derry: I'm going away. Marie Derry: Where? Fred Derry: As far away from Boone City as I can get. Marie Derry: That's a good idea. You'll get a good job someplace else. There are drugstores everywhere.
I am lithe, but fragile from constant involuntary self-analysis.
Animals that we eat are raised for food in the most economical way possible, and the serious food producers do it in the most humane way possible. I think anyone who is a carnivore needs to understand that meat does not originally come in these neat ...
You don't know when you are immersed in a book what the reaction to it will be, but I feel great about 'The Lake of Dreams.'
J.M. Barrie: How are you? Mary Ansell Barrie: I'm all right. How are you? J.M. Barrie: I'm sorry. Mary Ansell Barrie: Don't be.
Max Jerry Horovitz: [to Mary] You are my best friend. You are my only friend.
[first lines] Narrator: Mary Dinkle's eyes were the color of muddy puddles. Her birthmark, the color of poo.
