The American critic Dale Peck, author of Hatchet Jobs (2004), argues that reviewing finds its true character in critical GBH such as Fischer's [review of Martin Amis's Yellow Dog]. It represents a return to the prehistoric origins of reviewing in Zoi...
Rhett Butler: And those pantalettes, I don't know a woman in Paris who wears pantalettes. Scarlett: Oh Rhett, what do they - you shouldn't talk about such things. Rhett Butler: You little hypocrite. You don't mind my knowing about them, just my talki...
Col. Hans Landa: Gentlemen, I have no intention of killing Hitler and killing Goebbels and killing Göring and killing Bormann, not to mention winning the war single-handedly for the Allies, only later to find myself standing before a Jewish tribunal...
[Shaking Billy Tim Denham's hand] Frank: You have lovely hands. Do you moisturize? Billy Tim Denham: I'm Sorry? Frank: [as he slowly crushes Denham's hand in his grip] You know, I've tried all sorts of moisturizers. I even went fragrance free for a w...
The acts of kindness I do for my community comes from the heart. If your mind wonders why I serve the community with such a kind heart, there goes a great connection between heart and mind. Once your mind figures out why my heart drives me to service...
No one could be that annoying without some kind of supernatural assistance.
He was half a politician, and like most of his kind he was an insecure man.
Only those who are capable of silliness can be called truly intelligent.
The gramophone keeps reiterating a statement about life with which I do not agree.
She's not like other girls because she's different. I want her kind of different.
People always had one kind of animal or another inside them.
Love is a kind of killing, Addy," she says. "Don't you know that?
My happiness comes from the kindness of those around me.
...the winter is kind and leaves red berries on the boughs for hungry sparrows...
Sydney, this is the kind of shirt that says, ‘You’re never getting in here.
The young habitually mistake lust for love, they're infested with idealism of all kinds.
Only a man with nothing to hide could make that kind of racket.
All I wanted was to share myself with him...in a love way, lust way, every kind of way.
His touch is more intoxicating than any kind and combination of alcohol...
There are sores which slowly erode the mind in solitude like a kind of canker.
Kindness always leaves a timeless deposit on the heart.
