Everyone is out for himself. Not everyone will say so but everyone so. And those that don't say so often behave in an even more grossly selfish way.
I remember when cable happened and everyone said broadcast was dead, and then satellite happened and everyone said cable was dead, and then DVDs happened and everyone said everything was over. Nothing was over. I'm very optimistic about the future.
We sat around and I fed them barbecue and whiskey. And pretty soon everyone started to compete with each other on the guitars. It seemed the more everyone drank and ate, the more everyone got into it.
Could you please put this--could you all put these--could you get dressed, please?" The woman only bestowed a serene smile on me. "We are as the Goddess requires." "The Goddess requires you to be naked on my lawn?
* *Do remember that dishonesty and cowardice always have to be paid for.*Don’t imagine that for years on end you can make yourself the boot-licking propagandist of the Soviet régime, or any other régime, and then suddenly return to mental decency...
She was too tired to feel anything more, she wanted a book to do to her what books did: take away the world, slide it aside for a little bit, and let her please, please just be somewhere and somebody else
Yes, faith; it is my cousin's duty to make curtsy and say 'Father, as it please you.' But yet for all that, cousin, let him be a handsome fellow, or else make another curtsy and say 'Father, as it please me.
I don't know how, or whether it is even possible to predict what the world will look like the next day. I simply have to close my eyes, and wait until tomorrow in order to find out.
All he ever knew of her was who he saw every day. All I am is who I am every day. All anyone is to anyone is a series of days.
Then, you must fall each into your proper place. You'll do your business, and she, if she's worthy of you, will do hers; but it's your business to please yourself, and hers to please you.
I am convinced that grandkids are inherently evil people who tell their grandparents to "just go to the library and open up an e-mail account - it's free and so simple.
Loneliness is the prison of the human spirit. When we are lonely, we pace back and forth in small, shut-in worlds.
When you go to auditions, pretend you already have the job and you're just presenting - almost like you're at the table read. Don't go in with an air of, 'Please like me,' or, 'Please hire me.' You're like, 'Here's my take on it. Take it or leave it....
Col. Muska: [chasing Sheeta through the labyrinth] Sheeta, listen to me. Be reasonable! There's no way you can escape. Sheeta: [pounding on a door] Please! Open! Please! Col. Muska: No one can hear you. Only *I* can help you.
The Second Mrs. de Winter: No, it's not too late. You're not to say that. I love you more than anything in the world. Oh, please Maxim, kiss me please. Maxim de Winter: No, it's no use. It's too late.
I know a few expressions. I know what Hilary Clinton basically says in Russian when you translate her into Russian over and over and over is, 'izvinite pozhaluista.' That's, 'excuse me please, excuse me please.' Let's reset things. That's not the way...
Vic Munoz: Mr Robert Plant, he signed-signed my t-shirt five minutes ago! Please don't smear it. Oh, dear God. Please don't smear it. But five minutes ago, he touched this pen. He touched this pen!
[first lines after the opening song] Merchant: Ahh! Salaam and good evening to you, worthy friend. Please, please, come closer. [camera hits him in the face] Merchant: Too close! A little too close. [camera backs up] Merchant: There. Welcome to Agrab...
Helen Sinclair: No, no, don't speak. Don't speak. Please don't speak. Please don't speak. No. No. No. Go. Go, gentle Scorpio, go. Your Pisces wishes you every happy return. David Shayne: Just one... Helen Sinclair: Don't speak.
I was thinking: to write and being a writer are two kind of diferrences things. To write is a please. Being a writer is about taking it as a job, as a consequency, as a responsibility. And being a writer is about ENDLESSLY passion. If you don’t lik...
Everyone is flawed and everyone makes mistakes and is culpable.
