I spend a lot of time looking at rococo books. And almanacs used to be huge sellers - they were pretty much part of the fabric of life. I thought, this is bizarre, I'd love to buy a book like this, and there isn't one. So I thought, all right then, t...
You see, I used to do a certain amount of market research by going to the local drugstore and seeing what the truck drivers would put up. Now it's all just copies from the latest best-seller list and damn little of anything else.
One of the nice things about 'Redshirts' getting onto the actual best-seller list, and doing as well as it has been doing, is that it's kind of a wake-up call that the science fiction audience - regardless of the long-held superstitions or beliefs of...
The lower spreads mean lower costs for investors, because Nasdaq investors generally do not trade directly with one another. Instead, they usually buy and sell from market-makers, brokerage firms that flip shares between buyers and sellers and keep t...
I always knew I was a writer. And I always thought to myself, 'Well, why not me?' Someone has to be on the best-seller list, 'Why not me?' Someone has to write for the 'New Yorker,' 'Why not me?' And I didn't really get much positive reinforcement as...
But the years came and went without bringing the careless boy; and when they met again Wendy was a married woman, and Peter was no more to her than a little dust in the box in which she had kept her toys.
Reggie Lampert: Which one are you? Peter Joshua: A truthful white-foot. Reggie Lampert: Come in. Sit down. Peter Joshua: Why, do you want to look at my feet? Reggie Lampert: Yes. [sits on his lap]
Denarian Saal: Peter Quill, this is Denarian Saal. For the record, I advised them against trusting you. Peter Quill: [to Gamora] They got my dick message. Denarian Saal: Prove me wrong!
[last lines] Peter Quill: What should we do next: Something good, something bad? Bit of both? Gamora: We'll follow your lead, Star-Lord. Peter Quill: A bit of both!
Dr. Peter Venkman: Janine, someone with your qualifications would have no trouble finding a top-flight job in either the food service or housekeeping industries. [phone rings] Dr. Peter Venkman: You gonna answer that?
Dr Ray Stantz: Wow. I got to get some sleep, I'm dying. Dr. Peter Venkman: You don't look so good. Dr Ray Stantz: No? Dr. Peter Venkman: No. You look better.
[Dana is possessed] Dr. Peter Venkman: I make it a rule never to get involved with possessed people. [Dana starts passionately making out with him] Dr. Peter Venkman: Actually, it's more of a guideline than a rule...
Peter Gibbons: Um, the 7-Eleven, right? You take a penny from the tray. Joanna: From the crippled children? Peter Gibbons: No, that's the jar. I'm talking about the tray, the pennies for everybody.
Peter Gibbons: Lawrence, you awake? Lawrence: Yeah. Peter Gibbons: You wanna come over? Lawrence: No, thanks, man. I don't want you fucking up my life, too.
Peter Gibbons: So you guys are gonna fire Mike and Samir, and you're gonna give *me* more money? Bob Porter: [nods] Uh-huh. Peter Gibbons: Wow.
Sarah Connor: You're a doctor? Dr. Peter Silberman: [yawning] Criminal psychologist. Sarah Connor: Is Reese crazy? Dr. Peter Silberman: Well, that's what we're gonna find out. [clicks his pen]
For it would be only for a time. Until what he knew and thought became no longer relevant or necessary and was forgotten. But that was the same with all of us. We were only what we were for a time, at that time. Then our own silver began to mix with ...
Francine Parker: They're still here. Stephen: They're after us. They know we're still in here. Peter: They're after the place. They don't know why; they just remember. Remember that they want to be in here. Francine Parker: What the hell are they? Pe...
Lawrence: Doesn't that chick look like Anne? Peter Gibbons: Yeah, a little bit... Lawrence: Hey, she hasn't been over here in a while. You two still goin' out? Peter Gibbons: Yeah. I guess... I don't know. Sometimes I get the feeling like she's cheat...
Lord Peter Wimsey: Facts, Bunter, must have facts. When I was a small boy, I always hated facts. Thought they were nasty, hard things, all nobs. Mervyn Bunter: Yes, my lord. My old mother always used to say... Lord Peter Wimsey: Your mother, Bunter? ...
Computers get better faster than anything else ever.
