Common sense is not a single unique conception, identical in time and space. It is the "folklore" of philosophy, and, like folklore, it takes countless different forms. Its most fundamental character is that it is a conception which, even in the brai...
Ideas and opinions are not spontaneously "born" in each individual brain: they have had a centre of formation, or irradiation, of dissemination, of persuasion-a group of men, or a single individual even, which has developed them and presented them in...
...the court, as now constituted, would be meaningless without the jail which gives it its power. But if there is anything I have learned by being in jail, it is that prisons are wrong, simply and unqualifiedly wrong.
Kenny rested his hand on my leg, patting it delicately. His thoughts staying just that, thoughts, as we drove in silence, back to my prison of paradise, back to the one place I knew I could be happy, yet miserable, all in the same day.
Hey, times are tough, and thirty gold coins can do a lot of good. But I guess you wouldn't know about needing money, since you grew up like a little princ..." (Rapunzel glares) "Prin... soner. I mean, prisoner! A prisoner in a tower, such a shame, th...
I needed a place to put the dogs. The prisoners ruined the jail, so I put the prisoners in the tents and I had a nice place to put the dogs. We treat the cats nice too, and horses. I have the inmates take care of the animals. It's therapy too, you se...
Stan Shunpike: What you doin' down there? Harry: I fell over. Stan Shunpike: What you fell over for? Harry: I didn't do it on purpose. Stan Shunpike: Well come on then! Let's not wait for the grass to grow!
[last lines] Harry: [voice-over] I solemnly swear that I am up to no good. [writing appears, and the credits roll to end] Harry: Mischief managed. [the writing on the parchment fades away] Harry: Nox. [fade to black]
Ron: [when Harry and Hermione reappear] How did you get there? I... I was talking to you there! And now you're there! Hermione: What's he talking about Harry? Harry: I dunno. Honestly Ron, how can people be in two places at once?
Hermione: Ow! That looks really painful. Ron: So painful. They... they might chop it. Hermione: I'm sure Madame Pomfrey can fix it in a heartbeat. Ron: It's too late. It's ruined. It'll have to chopped off.
Hermione: It's meant to be the most haunted building in Britain. Did I mention that? Ron: Twice. Hermione: Oh. Do you want to move a bit closer? Ron: Huh? Hermione: To the Shrieking Shack. Ron: Oh, no. I'm fine here.
Harry: He was their friend, and he betrayed them. He was their *friend*! I hope he finds me! Cause when he does, I'm gonna be ready. When he does, I'm gonna kill him!
Hermione: [after Hagrid gives Ron Scabbers back] I think you owe someone an apology. Ron: Right. Next time I see Crookshanks, I'll let him know. Hermione: [annoyed] I meant me!
Harry: Egypt, huh? What's it like? Ron: Brilliant! Loads of cool stuff. Mummies, tombs. Even Scabbers enjoyed himself. Hermione: You know, the Egyptians used to worship cats. Ron: Yeah, along with the dung beetle.
Hagrid: Well, first the committee took turns in talking about 'why we were there'. Then I stood up and said my bit, how Buckbeak was a good hippogriff, always cleaned his feathers. And then Lucius Malfoy got up...
[about Malfoy] Ron: Listen to the idiot! He's really laying it on thick, isn't he? Harry: At least Hagrid didn't get fired. Hermione: Yeah, but I hear Draco's father's furious. We haven't heard the end of this.
Shrunken Head: Ernie, little old lady at twelve o'clock! [the Knight Bus screeches to a halt] Shrunken Head: Ten... nine... eight... seven... six... five... four... 'tree'... 'tree' and a half... two... one and 'tree' quarters... YES!
Brian: [Brian is in a prison cell with Ben who is hanging from chains] Oh lay off, I've had a hard time! Ben the Prisoner: You've had a hard time? I've been here five years, they only hung me the right way up yesterday.
What rules?” “Well, for one, I’m not allowed to break your heart,” he says. “Second, I’m also not allowed to break your damn heart. And last, I’m not allowed to fucking break your damn heart.
The best ally you can have in breaking up a street fight is a grandmother.
I can say 100% that Westlife is not breaking up.
