What branch do you want to go in?” “I don’ give a god-damn,” said Pilon jauntily. “I guess we need men like you in the infantry.” And Pilon was written so. He turned then to Big Joe, and the Portagee was getting sober. “Where do you wan...
As the wine went down in the bottles, patriotism arose in the three men. And when the wine was gone they went down the hill arm in arm for comradeship and safety, and they walked into Monterey. In front of an enlistment station they cheered loudly fo...
My cheeks are red hot, my lip still trembles, because I sent my heart to speak; every word of it delusional and awkward, an exuberance, an abrupt sound. That's how I spoke, oh, it still shows on my hot cheeks I'm now carrying home. I look down at the...
This is what I think about when I shovel compost into a wheelbarrow, and when I fill the long flower boxes, then press into rows the limp roots of red impatiens— the instant hand of Death always ready to burst forth from the sleeve of his voluminou...
Our young people, raised under the old rules of courtesy, never indulged in the present habit of talking incessantly and all at the same time. To do so would have been not only impolite, but foolish; for poise, so much admired as a social grace, coul...
My love is like a red, red rose That's newly sprung in June: My love is like the melody That's sweetly played in tune. How fair art thou, my bonnie lass, So deep in love am I; And I will love thee still, my dear, Till all the seas gang dry. Till all ...
Luke: I can eat fifty eggs. Dragline: Nobody can eat fifty eggs. Society Red: You just said he could eat anything. Dragline: Did you ever eat fifty eggs? Luke: Nobody ever eat fifty eggs. Prisoner: Hey, Babalugats. We got a bet here. Dragline: My boy...
Dean McCoppin: Don't shoot! There's a kid in his hand! Kent, he only acts defensively. If you don't shoot, he's harmless. You gotta tell the general. Kent Mansley: This is your fault, beatnik. If you haven't interfered... Dean McCoppin: Will you just...
There has fallen a splendid tear From the passion-flower at the gate. She is coming, my dove, my dear; She is coming, my life, my fate. The red rose cries, "She is near, she is near;" And the white rose weeps, "She is late;" The larkspur listens, "I ...
...the winter is kind and leaves red berries on the boughs for hungry sparrows...
Everything is red, freakin pink, and all heartsy. Everywhere! It’s driving me insane!
No trouble ever got fixed late at night," he said. "Midnight is for regrets.
Magic gives you a lot of choices," Grandad says. "Most of them are bad.
Courage is being the only only one who knows how terrified you are.
They rarely discovered a star red as a distant crime or a star-fish.
So much depends upon A red wheel barrow Glazed with rain water Beside the white chickens.
Love bleeds you dry until the red organ ceases to beat
Belief without evidence is the very hallmark of the savage.
I, myself, often wished to be spared the expectation of better days ahead or such.
There are shades of schadenfreude. My favorite shade is bright red, from a haughty spanking.
A careful driver is one who honks his horn when he goes through a red light.
