Richard Blaney: [entering hotel room with Babs] The "Cupid Room", I think she called it. Hotel porter: Mm, love's little arrows have struck quite a few hearts in there, sir, I can tell you. Richard Blaney: Oh yeah? Hotel porter: [confidentially] Can ...
Kitty Fane: For God's sake, Walter, will you stop punishing me? Do you absolutely despise me? Walter Fane: No. I despise myself. Kitty Fane: Why? Walter Fane: For allowing myself to love you once. [Walter turns away and Kitty leaves the room and clos...
I picked ducks in a tub in my dorm room. I'd hang deer in the doorway between the bedroom and the little living room in our little apartment there, and I'd skin my deer, and all the guts would go in the tub, and I'd sneak them out so my fellow studen...
Writing is like a blind man building a stone house with a limited amount of space and time. Brick after brick, row after row, feeling his way round and round. Turning stones into walls, rooms and towers. Relentlessly searching for doorways and window...
There is always room at the top.
If I don't have room for an item, I put it in warehouses.
[Professor Arnold enters the lecture room and sees Hart] Professor Arnold: Hello. Can I help you? Harry Hart: Yes. I have a question about anthropogenic force. Professor Arnold: Really? Oh, well, it's actually quite fascinating. [Hart suddenly grabs ...
My father always used to tell one of his dreams, because it somehow seemed of a piece with what was to follow. He believed that it was a consequence of the thing's presence in the next room. My father dreamed of blood. It was the vividness of the dre...
Yes, movies! Look at them — All of those glamorous people — having adventures — hogging it all, gobbling the whole thing up! You know what happens? People go to the movies instead of moving! Hollywood characters are supposed to have all the adv...
Jill's face was hard when PE ended, and I had the feeling she was trying not to cry. I tried talking to her in the locker room, but she simply shook her head and headed off for the showers. I was about to go there myself when I heard a shriek. Those ...
In my mind, I built stairways. At the end of the stairways, I imagined rooms. These were high, airy places with big windows and a cool breeze moving through. I imagined one room opening brightly onto another room until I'd built a house, a place with...
Finally, he smiled, and although his smile was bumpy because some of his teeth were jagged and broken, it was a warming, infectious smile that was reflected in his eyes. It made her smile widely in return. She felt as if the room had been lit up. He ...
Father: There was this English butler out in India. One day, he goes in the dining room and what does he see under the table ? A tiger. Not turning a hair, he goes straight to the drawing room. "Hum, hum. Excuse me, my lord," and whispering, so as no...
Sherlock Holmes: You've never complained about my methods before. Dr. John Watson: I'm not complaining. Sherlock Holmes: You're not? What do you call this? Dr. John Watson: I never complain! How am I complaining? When do I ever complain about you pra...
You need an attitude of service. You're not just serving yourself. You help others to grow up and you grow with them.
That appropriation of resources and the transformation of them into goods and services through the European production system characterized, and characterizes to this day, all industrial systems including the information age.
My service to humanity is my real opportunity to prove my genuine love for God and God alone.
Broad paths are open to every endeavour, and a sympathetic recognition is assured to every one who consecrates his art to the divine services of a conviction of a consciousness.
The Path is not to be found anywhere except in human service
Verily, a man should not cling to those who have passed, for he will likely neglect service to the living.
Every newspaper in the country covers stories that other newspapers cover. Every industry is filled with people who are competing to do the best job providing a particular service.
