When Annunziata said she loved me or any of her thousands of other friends and beloveds, she was really saying, at least in my mind, “God loves you.” To quote the singer/songwriter James Taylor, she showered the people she loved with love, always...
Don't expect me to be sane anymore. Don't let's be sensible. It was a marriage at Louveciennes—you can't dispute it. I came away with pieces of you sticking to me; I am walking about, swimming, in an ocean of blood, your Andalusian blood, distilled...
The Chair I’m writing to you, who made the archaic wooden chair look like a throne while you sat on it. Amidst your absence, I choose to sit on the floor, which is dusty as a dry Kansas day. I am stoic as a statue of Buddha, not wanting to bother t...
During those times, they'd stand there watching me watching them. I'd pray, please. Put a pillow to my face. Clench a hand around my throat. Stab me. Shoot me. Put me out of everyone's misery. Why did you give birth to such a loser? Why didn't you ad...
They were all fitting into place, the jig-saw pieces. The odd strained shapes that I had tried to piece together with my fumbling fingers and they had never fitted. Frank's odd manner when I spoke about Rebecca. Beatrice and her rather diffident nega...
But she was so happy in her gilded cage, wasn’t she? She ate well, slept well, enjoyed herself She lacked nothing. And then, look, a bunch of mental cases turn her away from her happiness and send her to -- how did you put it? -- to ‘blow herself...
Sometimes we dont value the good things that we have until their gone. We dont value friends we have until they left us. We dont value the jobs we have until we are unemployed. We dont value the partners that we love and we are in with in a relations...
Do not write. I am sad, and want my light put out. Summers in your absence are as dark as a room. I have closed my arms again. They must do without. To knock at my heart is like knocking at a tomb. Do not write! Do not write. Let us learn to die, as ...
This empty kitchen's where I'd while away the hours Just next to my old chair You'd usually have some flowers The shelves of books Even the picture hooks Everything is gone But my heart is hanging on If this old neighborhood Survived us both alright ...
Mom: [Mason is leaving for college] This is the worst day of my life. Mason: What are you talking about? Mom: [Starts crying] I knew this day was coming. I just... I didn't know you were going to be so fucking happy to be leaving. Mason: I mean it's ...
Oddball: This engine's been modified by our mechanical genius here, Moriarty. Right? Moriarty: Whatever you say, babe. [giggles] Oddball: These engines are the fastest in any tanks in the European Theater of Operations, forwards or backwards. You see...
Ed Exley: A naked man with a gun? Do you really expect anyone to believe that? Bud White: Get the fuck away from me. Ed Exley: How's it gonna look in your report? Bud White: It'll look like justice. That's what the man got. Justice. Ed Exley: You don...
[Sam is making a video phone call from the Moon to his home on Earth, while covering the camera with his hand] Eve: Hello? Sam Bell: Is this the Bell residence? Eve: This is the Bell residence. Could you call back? There's something wrong with the pi...
Jane Henderson: I... I used to make long speeches to you after you left. I used to talk to you all the time, even though I was alone. I walked around for months talking to you. Now I don't know what to say. It was easier when I just imagined you. I e...
I asked Geertrui the other day what she thought love is-real love, true love. She said that for her real love is observing another person and being observed by another person with complete attention. If she's right, you only have to look at the pictu...
Wait a second," Four says. I turn toward him, wondering which version of Four I'll see now-the one who scolds me, or the one who climbs Ferris wheels with me. He smiles a little, but the smile doesn't spread to his eyes, which look less tense and wor...
Must I accept the barren Gift? -learn death, and lose my Mastery? Then let them know whose blood and breath will take the Gift and set them free: whose is the voice and whose the mind to set at naught the well-sung Game- when finned Finality arrives ...
Of course not. No one is chosen. Not ever. Not in the real world. You chose to climb out of your window and ride on a leopard. You chose to get a witch’s Spoon back, and to make friends with a wyvern. You chose to trade your shadow for a child’s ...
You don’t need no gun control, you know what you need? We need some bullet control. Men, we need to control the bullets, that’s right. I think all bullets should cost five thousand dollars… five thousand dollars per bullet… You know why? Caus...
Chico: Villages like this they make up a song about every big thing that happens. Sing them for years. Chris Adams: You think it's worth it? Chico: Don't you? Chris Adams: It's only a matter of knowing how to shoot a gun. Nothing big about that. Chic...
Ensign Monk: Bud, give me a reading from your liquid oxygen gauge. Virgil: [typing] 5 minuts worth Lindsey Brigman: [whispers, shocked] What? Alan "Hippy" Carnes: [panicked] It took him *thirty* minutes just to get down there! Lindsey Brigman: Bud! D...
