John Coffey: He kill them wi' their love. Wi' their love fo' each other. That's how it is, every day, all over the world.
Melinda Moores: What's your name? John Coffey: John Coffey, ma'am. Melinda Moores: Like the drink, only not spelled the same. John Coffey: No, ma'am. Not spelt the same at all.
Melinda Moores: I dreamed of you. I dreamed you were wandering in the dark, and so was I. We found each other. We found each other in the dark.
John Coffey: Do you leave a light on after bedtime? Because I get a little scared in the dark sometimes. If it's a strange place.
Paul Edgecomb: [whispers] Goddamn, the sponge is dry! Brutus "Brutal" Howell: Well, don't you stop it! Don't you do it. It's too late for that.
William 'Wild Bill' Wharton: [after being put in solitary confinement] All I wanted me was a little cornbread, motherfuckers! All I wanted me was a little cornbread!
Brutus "Brutal" Howell: [Brutal gets his first look at John Coffey, before Paul] He's enormous! Paul Edgecomb: [smirks] Can't be bigger than you! [both snicker]
Paul Edgecomb: Toot, one more remark like that I'll have Van Hay roll on two for real. And I'll have one less crazy old trustee in the world.
Keith: [to Walter Miles] I'll whip her into shape. Natalie: [to Keith] Who the hell do you think you are? Keith: Who do YOU think I am?
Vizzini: A word, my lady. We are but poor, lost circus performers. Is there a village nearby? Buttercup: There is nothing nearby... Not for miles. Vizzini: Then there will be no one to hear you scream.
Jack: Somebody had to do the talking. And by the way, I was right. She's not married. Miles Raymond: How do you know? Jack: No rock. When she came to the bar, sans rock.
Garry: You reach anybody, yet? Windows: Reach anybody? We're a thousand miles from nowhere, man, and it's gonna get a hell of a lot worse before it gets any better!
To power the country by building 186,000 fifty-story wind turbines - and running 19,000 miles of new transmission lines - just seems impractical and preposterous compared to the idea of building a hundred new nuclear facilities primarily on the sites...
I don't like to hurry. I'm not a conductor of the fast, fiery romantic type. I prefer Bruckner, with the sincerity of his musical language and the huge time spans in which his ideas develop, to Mahler, with his hysteria and self-indulgence.
I love nineties stuff like Alice in Chains and Nine Inch Nails. It'd be my dream to have a Radiohead-themed episode of 'Glee.' I also love jazz greats like Coltrane, Miles Davis, and Herbie Hancock.
America does not need gorgeous halls and concert rooms for its musical development, but music schools with competent teachers, and many, very many, free scholarships for talented young disciples who are unable to pay the expense of study.
A hundred years ago, concerts were far more come-what-may - people played cards, drank beer and appreciated the music. If we go some way towards restoring that spirit, I'll be happy.
Most recently we've been working in concert situations rather than clubs. because there aren't too many rooms there like Ronnie Scott's, that are pure music rooms, where people come specifically to listen to music.
When I was to come to Washington the first time as Music Director of the Boston Symphony, Mrs. Johnson phoned us to find out if they could give us a party and who we would like to meet.
Enclosed by a sand berm four miles around and 160 feet high, the Baghdad Nuclear Research Facility entombs what remains of reactors bombed by Israel in 1981 and the United States in 1991. It has stored industrial and medical wastes, along with spent ...
I run about four to five miles, three days a week. I have four young children, so pretty much the only time I can get away is real early in the morning.
