Actual life was chaos, but there was something terribly logical in the imagination. It was the imagination that set remorse to dog the feet of sin. It was the imagination that made each crime bear its misshapen brood. In the common world of fact the ...
So much had been surrendered! And to such little purpose! There had been mad wilful rejections, monstrous forms of self-torture and self-denial, whose origin was fear and whose result was a degradation infinitely more terrible than that fancied degra...
The post on her left was occupied by Mr. Erskine of Treadley, an old gentleman of considerable charm and culture, who had fallen, however, into bad habits of silence, having, as he explained once to Lady Agatha, said everything that he had to say bef...
We regard the photograph, the picture on our wall, as the object itself (the man, landscape, and so on) depicted there. This need not have been so. We could easily imagine people who did not have this relation to such pictures. Who, for example, woul...
In my own research when I'm working with equations, I never feel like I really understand what I'm doing if I'm solely relying on the mathematics for my understanding. I need to have a visual picture in my mind. I'm constantly translating from the ma...
When I travel with my kids abroad, I am not myself, but I'm more a father who wants to protect them. Sometimes, I am even aggressive about certain things and get surprised seeing myself like that: for instance, when people want to take pictures of th...
Chicolini: Well, you remember you gave us a picture of this man and said, 'Follow him?' Ambassador Trentino: Oh, yes. Chicolini: Well, we get on-a the job right away and in the one hour - even-a less than one hour... Ambassador Trentino: Yes? Chicoli...
[Telephone Conversation] Abilene: Hello. Lois Farrow: Abilene, you asleep? Abilene: No. Lois Farrow: You like company? Abilene: Well, I thought I'd drive out, see how my well was coming. Lois Farrow: Drill hard. You're better at oil wells anyway.
Jacy Farrow: Well you married Daddy when he was poor and he got rich, didn't he? Lois Farrow: Scared your daddy into getting rich, beautiful. Jacy Farrow: Well if Daddy could do it, Duane could too. Lois Farrow: Not married to you. You're not scary e...
[In 1968, Noodles notices a picture] Noodles: What is this? Carol: Opening night. Fifteen years ago. Noodles: [pointing at a familiar person in the picture] Who's this? Carol: Patron saint of the place. Some actress. Noodles: Do you know her? Carol: ...
Marion Crane: Oh, we can see each other. We can even have dinner but respectably in my house with my mother's picture on the mantel and my sister helping me broil a big steak for three. Sam Loomis: And after the steak, do we send Sister to the movies...
Vivian Cash: [talking to Johnny, and pointing to a bag] That bag over there are letters 10 to 1 from girls. 10 to 1, and they're obscene. Reba's been trying to answer some of them but half of them aint even 15, and they're sending pictures of themsel...
I went through and underlined all the funny lines in his book, and by the time I was done, I had underlined his whole book. That would be great if he wrote a humor book, rather than a book on investing.
Every work cancels the dark. Every work is a hymn from the other side of memory to a memory that is spellbound. Beauty is death's gift to vulgar life so that it can live in beauty.
There is no unique picture of reality.
Humor expands our limited picture frame and gets us to see more than just our problem.
I have a picture of an ideal consciousness.
Lynda: [concerning Annie] The only reason she baby sits is to have a place for... Laurie: [realizing she had forgot something] Shit. Annie Brackett: I have a place for *that*! Laurie: I forgot my chemistry book. Lynda: So who cares? I always forget m...
What is a writer? A writer is a magician who can create a masterpiece With a wave of a pencil A writer has the key to a new world Capturing readers and taking them on a roller coaster ride away from reality But a writer can be a commanding tyrant Or ...
I’m an open book—an open book I’m still writing and editing. My book is a romance novel, sort of like The Secret.
You must feel it from within. You must want to write the book. You must desire to write the book
