Independence is a complex word in a foreign tongue. To resist occupation, whether you're a nation or merely a woman, you must understand the language of your enemy. Conquest and liberation and democrac and divorce are words that mean squat, basically...
Sense the blessings of the earth in the perfect arc of a ripe tangerine, the taste of warm, fresh bread, the circling flight of birds, the lavender color of the sky shining in a late afternoon rain puddle, the million times we pass other beings in ou...
When I was a kid, phone calls were a premium commodity; only the very coolest kids had a phone line of their own, and long-distance phone calls were made after eleven, when the rates went down, unless you were flamboyant with your spending. Then phon...
Worker: Who are you? Faye: Can't you tell? I'm just a gun-toting weathergirl. [fires rounds of her machine gun into the air] Worker: What do you want? Faye: I want you to make it rain. Worker: Why? Faye: Why? To crash a party.
[Harry, Ron and Hermione infiltrate the Ministry of Magic disguised as Ministry employees] Yaxley: Cattermole! It's still raining inside my office! Ron Weasley: [trying to disguise his voice] Uh... have you tried an umbrella?
[extended version, the Houses of Healing] Eowyn: The city has fallen silent. There is no warmth left in the sun. Faramir: [approaching her] It is only the damp of the first spring rain. [Eowyn looks up at him] Faramir: I do not believe this darkness ...
Javert: This week was the same as last, every night? Informer: Inspector, they're in love. It's perfectly nauseating. She sneaks out the door, and they're together till dawn. They even stay out there when it rains. [sneezes] Informer: I haven't caugh...
Sam: [of Gandalf] They should do a bit about his fireworks. The finest rockets ever seen burst in colors of blue and green, then after that were silver showers that came falling like a rain of flowers. Oh no, that doesn't to them any justice.
Mrs. Bennet: Now she'll have to stay the night. Exactly as I predicted. Mr. Bennet: Good grief, woman. Your skills in the art of matchmaking are positively occult. [Mrs. Bennet giggles] Elizabeth Bennet: Though I don't think, Mama, you can reasonably...
Raymond: 97X, bam! The future of rock 'n' roll. 97X, bam! The future of rock 'n' roll. 97X, bam! The future of rock 'n' roll. Charlie: Ray, enough already! Change the channel. Raymond: 97X, bam! The future of rock 'n' roll. 97X, bam! The future of ro...
[Raymond is reciting Abbott and Costello's Who's on First Base skit] Charlie: Ray, you're never gonna solve it. It's not a riddle because Who *is* on first base. That's a joke, Ray, it's comedy, but when you do it you're not funny. You're like the co...
[Don's about to start shooting a new movie] Cosmo Brown: What's this one about? Don Lockwood: It's a French revolution story... Cosmo Brown: Don't tell me. You're a French aristocrat, she's a simple girl of the people, and she won't even give you a t...
The Operative: That girl will rain destruction down on you and your ship. She is an albatross, Captain. Capt. Malcolm Reynolds: Way I remember it, albatross was a ship's good luck, 'til some idiot killed it. Capt. Malcolm Reynolds: [to Inara] Yes, I'...
Step out the front door like a ghost into the fog where no one notices the contrast of white on white, and in between the moon and you, the angels get a better view of the crumbling difference between wrong and right. I walk in the air, between the r...
The quality of mercy is not strained; It droppeth as the gentle rain from heaven Upon the place beneath. It is twice blessed; It blesseth him that gives, and him that takes. 'Tis mightiest in the mightiest; it becomes The throned monarch better than ...
But suppose the endlessly dead were to wake in us some emblem: they might point to the catkins hanging from the empty hazel trees, or direct us to the rain descending on black earth in early spring. --- And we, who always think of happiness rising, w...
It's like one of those scenes from a feel-good Hollywood movie. Where everybody is happy and nobody's hair fizzes in the wind. Where it doesn't rain, your shoes stay comfortable all day, and everybody's jokes are funny.
Under the bridge, traffic above us and coats around us, hearts thudding with the steady perfection of this moment, I thought of every word I had never before dared to think about him. Future. Hope. And love, as the rain slowed to a misty trickle thro...
How many fears came between us? Earthquakes, diseases, wars where hell rained smoldering pus from skies made of winged death. Horror tore this world asunder. While inside the bleeding smoke and beyond the shredded weeping flesh we memorized tales of ...
It is merely an accident of history that it is considered normal in our society to believe that the Creator of the universe can hear your thoughts while it is demonstrative of mental illness to believe that he is communicating with you by having the ...
Everyday in the heat, rain and cold, I ran, alone in the woods...in the hills near our home. There I felt the gentle touch of God. And I heard His whisper, You're stronger now. It's time to tell the truth of what happened. Tell your story to give som...
