The lotus is the most beautiful flower, whose petals open one by one. But it will only grow in the mud. In order to grow and gain wisdom, first you must have the mud --- the obstacles of life and its suffering. ... The mud speaks of the common ground...
He had a book to finish. Ten-thousand words. The other ninety thousand had been difficult. This last tenth seemed impossible. His plot had become derailed. He was unable to see his way through the smoke and coke dust of a mythical railway track that ...
Hogarth Hughes: [opens the door for Kent] Kent Mansley, you work for the government. Kent Mansley: I... wasn't going to say that. I have something for you, Hogarth. Annie Hughes: Your B-B gun. Where did you find it? Kent Mansley: Over at the power st...
[Eggsy calls the number on the back of his medallion] Operator: Customer complaints. How may I help you? Gary 'Eggsy' Unwin: Um, my name's Eggsy Unwin. Sorry, um, Gary Unwin. And I'm up shit creek; I'm in an urban police station and my mom said to ca...
Teresa Gazelle: [talking over the phone] Where the hell are you? Joey Gazelle: Taking care of things. Teresa Gazelle: Well forget about it because they picked up Oleg at a bus station with some hooker. Joey Gazelle: Who picked him up? The cops? Teres...
Cropsey, Rogue Lieutenant: [Luther just made a phone call and is excited] Well? Luther: Some two-bit outfit almost got them, but they bopped their way past. Cropsey, Rogue Lieutenant: We can meet them at the 96th street station. Luther: Yeah, platfor...
Eddie Valiant: So that's why you killed Acme and Maroon? For this freeway? I don't get it. Judge Doom: Of course not. You lack vision, but I see a place where people get on and off the freeway. On and off, off and on all day, all night. Soon, where T...
Ben Wade: You ever read the bible, Dan? I read it one time. I was eight years old. My daddy just got hisself killed over a shot of whiskey and my mama said "we're going back East to start over". So she gave me a bible, sat me down in the train statio...
[a Bolivian stable boy runs into the San Vincente police station after reconizing a stolen mule in Butch and Sundance's posession] Juan, Bolivian stable boy: ¡Capitan! ¡Capitan! Capitan, alla en la plaza, hay una mula de las minas de Alpoca. Bolivi...
All the tiny things made this mammoth union up, all the times he had picked her up from Sutherland station, made her chicken salad rolls and brought her a Lipton's iced tea, called her about Sunday and fixed Nina's shed door hinge, held her and not f...
My first jailbreak began when a coarse-toothed mechanic’s file crashed through the window of the Deeper Harbour Police Station at two in the morning. The file bounced three or four times before clattering to a halt among a scatter of shattered glas...
Man corrupt everything, say Shug. He on your box of grits, in your head, and all over the radio. He try to make you think he everywhere. Soon as you think he everywhere, you think he God. But he ain't. Whenever you trying to pray, and man plop himsel...
So many people have the TV or radio constantly turned on "for company," or spend their time reading trashy novels, aimlessly surfing the Net, and so on. Then suddenly one day you are old or sick and you realize you have done nothing with your life. A...
[The Head of Radio Three] had been ensnared by the Music Director of the college and a Professor of Philosophy. These two were busy explaining to the harassed man that the phrase "too much Mozart" was, given any reasonable definition of those three w...
She turned on the radio. Christmas music filled the car. She turned it off with a groan. "It's not going to turn you into an elf if you listen," he promised and liked the smile that played at the corner of her lips, wiggling the small mole that kept ...
Jed thought he understood. It was like when his radios were thrown away. You could shrug your shoulders, put on a face that said you didn't care, but you did and nothing could ever be secure again. The next time security appeared as a possibility, yo...
If you took the world away and just left the elctricity, it would look like the most exquisite filigree ever made - a ball of twinkling silver lines with the occasional coruscating spike of a satellite beam. Even the dark areas would glow with radar ...
he [Robert Lovett] knew that those whose names were always in print, who were always on the radio and television, were there precisely because they did have power, that those who did hold or had access to power tried to keep out of sight. Halberstam,...
I didn't mind what she called me, what anybody called me. But this was the room I had to live in. It was all I had in the way of a home. In it was everything that was mine, that had any association for me, any past, anything that took the place of a ...
I again flourished my papers: “Here’re my credentials from the Coalition Administration.” The American scrutinized the papers, shook his head in amazement, and smiled. “A South African,” he said. “You’re sure a long way from home.” He...
Imagine someone sitting alone in a room without television, radio, computer or phone and with the door closed and the blinds down. This person must be a dangerous lunatic or a prisoner sentenced to solitary confinement. If a free agent, then a panty-...
