It's not going to fill in the potholes. It's not going to put a roof over people's heads. What it does is it helps to address really fundamental questions of who we are, where we came from, by which I mean we can learn how life came about.
I prefer the saddle to the streetcar and star-sprinkled sky to a roof, the obscure and difficult trail leading into the unknown to any paved highway, and the deep peace of the wild to the discontent bread by cities... it is enough that I am surrounde...
The church trembled and the hail hammered the roof, but his words glided in the air, joyful and bright like the birds at the cliffs. They floated freely around one another without colliding and the wind carried them high up into heaven.
You see, we all want the same things. We want to be able to take care of our families, provide for our children, to have a roof over our heads and a good-paying job.
Timothy Cavendish: Outside, fat snow flakes are falling on slate roofs and granite walls. Like Solzhenitsyn, labouring in Vermont, I shall beaver away in exile. Unlike Solzhenitsyn, I shan't be alone.
Dixie Pollitt: Why is Uncle Brick on the floor? Brick Pollitt: Because I tried to kill your Aunt Maggie. But I failed. And I fell.
Harvey 'Big Daddy' Pollitt: What's that smell in this room? Didn't you notice it, Brick? Didn't you notice a powerful and obnoxious odor of mendacity in this room?
Ida 'Big Momma' Pollitt: Do you make Brick happy? Margaret "Maggie" Pollitt: Why don't you ask if he makes me happy?
Mae Pollitt: Gooper? [calling his name inquisitively] Mae Pollitt: What have all the chil'ens been shot for? Gooper Pollitt: Everything 'cept shootin' chickens, I guess.
Sheeta: [after falling on Pazu from roof] Oh, I'm sorry. Are you all right? Does it hurt much? Pazu: Hey, if my head was any harder, you could use it as a cannonball.
[Fran and Stephen are observing from the roof of the mall] Francine Parker: What are they doing? Why do they come here? Stephen: Some kind of instinct. Memory of what they used to do. This was an important place in their lives.
Selma: [talking about musical films] You know when the camera goes really big and it comes up out of the roof, and you just know that it's gonna end? I hate that.
Hans Gruber: When they touch down, we'll blow the roof, they'll spend a month sifting through rubble, and by the time they figure out what went wrong, we'll be sitting on a beach, earning twenty percent.
John McClane: [McClane, before jumping from the roof] I promise I will never even *think* about going up in a tall building again. Oh, God. Please don't let me die.
Tevye: [to God] Anyway, Motel and Tzeitel have been married for some time now. They work very hard, and they're as poor as squirrels in winter. But, they're so happy, they don't know how miserable they are.
Constable: You're an honest, decent person. Even though you are a Jew. Tevye: Oh... THANK you, your honor. How often does a man get a compliment like that?
Christian: [v.o] Luckily, right at that moment, an unconscious Argentinean fell through my roof. [With a loud crash, the Narcoleptic Argentinean falls through the ceiling] Christian: [v.o] He was quickly joined by a dwarf dressed as a nun.
Seth: I just wanna go to the rooftops and scream, "I love my best friend, Evan." Evan: Let's... go on my roof. Seth: [whispers] For sure.
Sydney, look at me.' He rested his hands on the car roof and leaned in. 'No one is going to hurt you. Do you know why?' She shook her head, and Victor smiled. 'Because I'll hurt them first.
Just leave me alone, I want to be alone,” she said when Jack tried to open the car door. She hit the lock, and wound the window up. Since the roof was down, it was a fairly pointless exercise.
It was one thing not to want a husband, I realized; it was quite another not to need one for the roof over your head, for your meat and bread, for the shoes on your feet and the coat on your back.
