Paul Edgecomb: I just can't see God putting a gift like that in the hands of a man who would kill a child.
John Coffey: Please boss, don't put that thing over my face, don't put me in the dark. I's afraid of the dark.
Jan Edgecomb: Honey, if you don't tell me what's on your mind, I'm afraid I'll have to smother you with a pillow.
Bill Dodge: I think this boy's cheese has done slid off his cracker.
Paul Edgecomb: [about toot-toot] Is his head properly shaved? Dean Stanton: Nope, it's all dandruffy and smells. Paul Edgecomb: I'll take that as a yes.
Paul Edgecomb: I wanna hear about this new inmate, aside from how big he is! Brutus "Brutal" Howell: Monstrous big!
Paul Edgecomb: Seeing a man die isn't enough for you, you gotta be close enough to smell his nuts cook?
Paul Edgecomb: [Dean is in tears as he kneels to strap John Coffey to the electric chair] Wipe your face before you get up, Dean.
Paul Edgecomb: [to John Coffey] I let Harry take those chains off you... you gonna be nice?
Dr. Miles J. Bennell: And so I ran. I ran, I ran, I ran! I ran as little Jimmy Grimaldi ran the other day.
Stella: When I married Miles, we were both a couple of maladjusted misfits. We are still maladjusted misfits, and we have loved every minute of it.
Jack: If they want to drink Merlot, we're drinking Merlot. Miles Raymond: No, if anyone orders Merlot, I'm leaving. I am NOT drinking any fucking Merlot!
Jack: [Stephanie pours Jack and Miles full glasses of sample wine] Oh, Stephanie, you bad girl. Stephanie: I know, I need to be spanked.
Cammi: [Miles has just made a mad dash through Cammi's bedroom, grabbing Jack's wallet on the way out] The wallet! He's got Derek's wallet!
Paratrooper Mandelsohn: We missed our drop zone by about 20 miles, ended up way over by Bumville or some damn place.
When I got started in New York, it wasn't like it is now. If you were different from Miles and Dizzy, it was very difficult to make gigs and make money with your own style.
I like Alaska for the salmon fishing - it's fantastic there. I usually stay in a log cabin with no one around for miles. I like to go with friends, but I'm also happy to be on my own with nature.
When I was in graduate school, I had a teacher who said to me, 'Women writers should marry somebody who thinks writing is cute. Because if they really realised what writing was, they would run a mile.'
When I turned 30, I started to feel all those miles. At times, you want to turn the faucet off a bit, but I never want to stop traveling. That's what it's all about - taking the music to the people.
Some of the wise boys who say my music is loud, blatant and that's all should see the faces of the kids who have driven a hundred miles through the snow to see the band... to stand in front of the bandstand in an ecstasy all their own.
The rain, which had continued yesterday and last night, ceased this morning. We then proceeded, and after passing two small islands about ten miles further, stopped for the night at Piper's landing, opposite another island.
