Every time you finish a book, you have a terrible feeling that there's just never going to be another one. But fortunately, so far, the next one has always shown up.
I didn't care at all about losing, but I just didn't want Emerson to feel bad, You know, I didn't win, but Felicity won, and when you come to the set next time, you can give her a big congratulations.
I went to a restaurant and sat at the bar and ate by myself. I have my iPad, which is my favorite instrument of all time. I talked to a few people next to me. I'm just trying to be out. It's a little bit scary.
Eight years involved with the nuclear industry have taught me that when nothing can possible go wrong and every avenue has been covered, then is the time to buy a house on the next continent.
Everyone is always telling me that I must be exhausted, but I've learned how to use my time well, and that includes holidays to recharge. I always try to give myself big chunks of time to think about what the next project is going to be.
Some people are drawn naturally - there are natural guitarists, and there are natural piano players, and I think guitar implies travel, a sort of footloose gypsy existence. You grab your bag and you go to the next town.
Once the travel guide came out and won an award, once I got an MFA in creative writing, once I sold my next novel, I finally started telling people that I was a writer. I remember how special that year felt.
Dante Hicks: You wouldn't wanna be with a girl with an oversized clit? Randal Graves: No, 'cause the next step is a guy with an undersized dick.
Ace Rothstein: If you ever come back again, ever, to take her money, next time bring a pistol. That way you've got a chance.
Audrey: [Commenting on sleeping with her brother] I have nightmares about what he does when I'm NOT lying next to him.
2nd Lieutenant: Mildew is good for you. It's the next best thing to fresh lettuce. Be thankful for what grows down here.
Selma: [singing] This isn't the last song, there's no violin, the choir is quiet, and no one takes a spin, this is the next to last song, and that's all...
Lucy Weston: Lofty timbers, the walls around are bare, echoing to our laughter as though the dead were there... Quaff a cup to the dead already, hooray for the next to die!
Blue Bandit: What a mystery this world, one day you love them and the next day you want to kill them a thousand times over.
Roy Walker: Next was the English naturalist: Charles Darwin. He loved all living things. Creatures, plants... everything alive.
Dr. Lamar: You go up next week. Please tell me you're the least bit excited. Vincent: I'll tell you at the end of the week
Pauline Parker: [narration] The next time I write in this diary, Mother will be dead. How odd... yet how pleasing.
Vincent Hanna: When these guys walk out the door of whatever score they're gonna take next, they're gonna have the surprise of a lifetime.
Louis: Blood, I was to find, was a necessity as well. I woke the next evening with a hunger I had never felt.
Chief Inspector Uhl: Promise me you won't do it again. Eisenheim: I promise you you'll enjoy this next show.
Lee: I wish I could have a friend like you. Joe (Cantonese)/Jeffrey (English): You will, in the next life.
