For what is writing besides capturing thoughts that belong to all of us, so that we can recognize ourselves, undestand ourselves, and perhaps, each other. Every thoughtful book about love makes us better lovers, I think. It opens the gates of percept...
The end of coal in Appalachia doesn't mean that America is running out of coal (there's plenty left in Wyoming). But it should end the fantasy that coal can be an engine of job creation - the big open pit mines in Wyoming employ a tiny fraction of th...
I will say, in open adoption, all these choices you make about race, about the amount of mental illness you can deal with, about special needs and physical maladies, you have to lay all this out there before you know anybody's story.
Melissa McCarthy just opened this new movie, 'Identity Thief,' and Rex Reed, who's a known critic, wrote a scathing commentary on her weight. I think that weight designation is one of the last frontiers of bullying. I don't know what the right 'ism' ...
Within a moment of silence, all is known that needs to be known. Within a moment of breath, all of life surrounds you...from the stars, the sun, the trees and all of humanity. Within a moment of a smile, love embraces the universe and beyond. It only...
Every creative act is open war against The Way It Is. What you are saying when you make something is that the universe is not sufficient, and what it really needs is more you. And it does, actually; it does. Go look outside. You can’t tell me that ...
It is so gratifying to hear from people who look up to you and see you in these places that they never thought they could ever dream to be. It's emotional. You really feel like you're opening up people's minds, who otherwise thought that they couldn'...
The early influences, in many ways, were in Baltimore. I was passing open windows where there might be a radio playing something funky. In the summertime, sometimes there'd be a man sitting on a step, playing an acoustic guitar, playing some kind of ...
When I'm drawing, I'm drawing with the light, being completely open and creative. I can't draw in the evening. I need light and I need warmth if it is a summer thing, and I need cold if it is a winter collection. The good thing is that I have houses ...
When you play in the Premier League, say you're playing against a lower-end team, they set up to defend all the time, they set up to block you off. But when you play in the Champions League, all the other teams are used to winning every week, so it's...
Officer Hanson: Radio cheque two one L two three. Officer #1: Two one L two three. I'm hearing strange noises from your car. Officer #2: Likewise, twenty one, L. Is your mic open by any chance?
Captain Renault: Rick, there are many exit visas sold in this café, but we know that *you've* never sold one. That is the reason we permit you to remain open. Rick: Oh? I thought it was because I let you win at roulette. Captain Renault: That is *an...
Randy: Meatloaf, smeatloaf, double-beatloaf. I hate meatloaf. The Old Man: All right, I'll get that kid to eat. Where's my screw driver and my plumber's helper? I'll open up his mouth and I'll shove it in.
John Keating: Mr. Pitts, would you open your hymnal to page 542 and read the first stanza of the poem you find there. Pitts: [reading the poem title] "To the Virgins To Make Much of Time"? John Keating: Yes, that's the one. Somewhat appropriate, isn'...
Alice Ward: What are you doing opening your mouth in my kitchen? You owe me $200. Sherri Ward: I said I was gonna pay you next week. Alice Ward: I don't want another word outta you!
[last lines of part one] Hilts: [after Ives is killed] Sir, let me know the exact information you need. I'm going out tonight. Bartlett: Right. [to Danny] Bartlett: Open up Harry. We dig. Around the clock.
Carol Connelly: [after Carol arrives at Melvin's apartment in the middle of the night] I'm not going to sleep with you! I will never sleep with you, never, ever! Not ever! Melvin Udall: Well, I'm sorry, but, um... we don't open for the "no sex oaths"...
Sean: Do you have a soul mate? Will: Define that? Sean: Someone you can relate to, someone who opens things up for you. Will: Yeah, Chuckie. Sean: [dismissing Will's choice] Chuckie's family; he would lie down in fucking traffic for you.
Irene Walsh: Now, Rosalita, this is the attic. Mr. Walsh doesn't like anybody up here, ever. I guess that's why it's always open. Mouth: [in Spanish] Translation - never go up there. It's filled with Mr. Walsh's *sexual torture devices*.
Blondie: If you shoot me, you won't see a cent of that money. Angel Eyes: [frowning] Why? Blondie: I'll tell you why. [Blondie kicks the coffin lid open] Blondie: Cause there's nothin' in here!
Nadi: [In Farsi] I dreamt of a bird trapped in our empty house, it was trying to find a way out. It fluttered around hitting the walls. I could feel the air from the wings on my face. I opened the window... and it flew away. Behrani: Drink this.
