For generations, people have come to U.S. shores to seek opportunity. It's what my grandfather did a century ago, when he came to Seattle, and worked as a houseboy just one mile from the Washington State governor's mansion that I was privileged to in...
I've always been a very careful sailor. I know, me and being careful - doesn't really sound right, does it? But when I sail, I take it seriously and take along spares for everything. You have to be careful when you're 1,500 miles from land. There's n...
When I was a kid... if I couldn't get a ride to the comic book store, I would walk a mile and a half each way to get the latest issues of 'Batman' and 'Spider-Man' and 'X-Men.' I could not choose one over the other.
Not long before my mother died, I found a long-lost portrait of Jane Franklin's granddaughter, Jane Flagg, aged nine - oil on canvas - in the basement of a public library not a dozen miles from my mother's house.
I live a half mile from the San Andreas fault - a fact that bubbles up into my consciousness every time some other part of the world experiences an earthquake. I sometimes wonder whether this subterranean sense of impending disaster is at least partl...
My childhood was bittersweet in many ways. We moved around a lot. By the time I was 10, I had travelled thousands of miles, often on my own. My parents were like my friends, so it felt like I didn't really have parents at all. But in a crazy way that...
Mrs. Crockett: You're a long way from home, aren't you, Mr. Carpenter? Klaatu: How did you know? Mrs. Crockett: Oh, I can tell a New England accent a mile away.
Dr. Edward Morbius: [Commander Adams has just unwittingly activated the Krell self destruct mechanism at Dr. Morbius' instruction] In 24 hours you must be 100 million miles out in space. Krell furnaces... chain reaction... they cannot be reversed.
Bob Rusk: Hey, Dick! What about Coming Up then? Richard Blaney: No, I'm afraid I haven't any time. Thanks all the same. Bob Rusk: No, Coming Up, the horse. He won by a mile. Twenty to one. What did I tell you?
John Coffey: There's lotsa people here that hate me, lots. I can feel it. It's like bees stingin' me. Brutus "Brutal" Howell: Well feel how we feel then. We don't hate you. Can you feel that?
John Coffey: That's a smart mouse, Del, he's like a circus mouse. Eduard Delacroix: Correct, that's just what he is too. He's a circus mouse. When I get outta here, he's gonna make me rich.
Harry Terwilliger: Can you believe this? The son of a bitch pissed on me! William 'Wild Bill' Wharton: Y'all like that? I'm currently cooking up some turds, to go with it. Nice soft 'uns. Uhhh! Have'em out to y'all tomorrow.
Percy Wetmore: [after finding Mr. Jingles alive after he steps on him] You switched 'em. You switched 'em somehow, you bastards. Brutus "Brutal" Howell: Yeah I always keep a spare mouse in my wallet for occasions such as this.
Paul Edgecomb: [about Coffey's upcoming execution] Now how about a preacher? Someone to say a little prayer with? John Coffey: Don't want no preacher. You can say a prayer if you like. Paul Edgecomb: Me? I suppose I could if it came to that.
Paul Edgecomb: Your name is John Coffey? John Coffey: Yessir, Boss. Like the drink, only not spelled the same. Paul Edgecomb: Oh, you can spell, can you? John Coffey: Just my name boss. J-O...
John Coffey: [after being locked inside his prison cell, he looks up at Paul] I couldn't help it, Boss. I tried to take it back... but it was too late. [Paul glances at John Coffey for a second and walks away]
Earl the Plumber: I been fixing the plumbing in here for ten years. I ain't never had to wear no damn tie before. Bill Dodge: Well you're a VIP today, Earl, so just shut up.
Commander Denniston: Well, you realize that six hundred miles away from London there's this nasty little chap called Hitler who wants to engulf Europe in tyranny. Alan Turing: Politics isn't really my area of expertise.
Ariadne: Cobb, I'm coming with you. Cobb: I promised Miles... Ariadne: The team needs someone who understands what you're struggling with. And it doesn't have to be me, but then you have to show Arthur what I just saw. Cobb: [to Saito] Get us another...
Private Jackson: What I mean by that, sir, is if you was to put me and this here sniper rifle anywhere up to and including one mile from Adolf Hitler... with a clean line of sight... Pack your bags, fellas. War's over. Amen.
McManus: We gotta bury him. Hockney: With what? McManus: With our hands. [McManus starts digging] Hockney: Oh, this is nuts! It's dry fucking sand, McManus. When he rots the surfers are gonna smell him a mile away! McManus: Dig, you fuck!
