From one small spark a bushfire grows. Sellers of misery are our foes. Merging ruthlessly tongues of flame. Point your finger at those to blame.
I think there's a difference between having a bestselling book - meaning through marketing, PR and buying that first wave of customers - and writing a bestselling book. The second implies that the product propels itself to the best seller list.
Some people get their books on the best-seller list and then they count the number of weeks, and I just never want to live that way.
A good book, in the language of the book-sellers, is a salable one; in that of the curious, a scarce one; in that of men of sense, a useful and instructive one.
[Thornhill is wearing sunglasses to hide his identity] Ticket Seller: Something wrong with your eyes? Roger Thornhill: Yes, they're sensitive to questions.
The original thoughts are like the rare and precious jewels, but remember there has always been a big market with a large number of buyers, sellers and suppliers of the imitation jewellery.
Summer on the farm was glorious. Peter spent as much time out of doors as possible, and he had many playmates, since all the children were free from their spring and autumn duties of tending crops or going to school. Peter had become the leader of a ...
Dr. Peter Venkman: Alice, I'm going to ask you a couple of standard questions, okay? Have you or any of your family been diagnosed schizophrenic? Mentally incompetent? Librarian Alice: My uncle thought he was Saint Jerome. Dr. Peter Venkman: I'd call...
the longest prayer Peter ever prayed in the Senate-that of March 10, 1947, at the time of Mrs. Alben Barkley's death-took two minutes; the shortest, that which opened the Second Session of the Eightieth Congress-was exactly 36 words long and took a m...
[Quill hands the Stone over to the Ravagers] Peter Quill: [as they leave] He's going to be pissed when he finds out I switched out the orb on him. Gamora: He's going to kill you, Peter. Peter Quill: Oh I know. But he's about the only family I have. G...
Billy Beane: Where you from, Pete? Peter Brand: Maryland. Billy Beane: Where'd you go to school? Peter Brand: Yale. I went to Yale. Billy Beane: What'd you study? Peter Brand: Economics. I studied economics. Billy Beane: Yale, economics, and baseball...
Mannix: [Holding Peter in a half-nelson] Hey Porky, where's your little friend? Peter: [stammering] I don't know Mr. Mannix. Mannix: Yeah? well you better find him, or your big butt's mine! [kicks him in the ass as Peter runs away]
I hope I'll die on stage at the age at 105, playing Peter Pan.
I never realized until recently how much my life parallels Peter Pan.
It's the Peter Pan in me, I don't think I'll ever grow up.
Mr. Peter Myers: Michael? [Mr. Peter Myers takes off the clown mask]
He lay in bed staring upward into the darkness. On the bunk above him, he could hear Peter turning and tossing restlessly. Then Peter slid off the bunk and walked out of the room. Ender heard the hushing sound of the toilet clearing; then Peter stood...
[Inspecting Dana's refrigerator for paranormal activity] Dr. Peter Venkman: Oh, my *God*. Look at all the junk food! Dana Barrett: Oh, no, Goddammit. None of this was here... Dr. Peter Venkman: You actually eat this? Dana Barrett: Look, this wasn't h...
I know that some people disparage you for your lack of knowledge, and I know you may not understand me, Peter, but I wish you could, because you might be the only person who would. I feel that I can tell you anything Peter.
Not all who are lost are lost forever.
Dr. Peter Venkman: [to the librarian ghost] I'm Peter Venkman. Where are you from... originally?
