Instead of having to be a member of the Royal Society to do science, the way you had to be in England in the 17th, 18th, centuries today pretty much anybody who wants to do it can, and the information that they need to do it is there.
What I would love is a crossover between 'Royal Pains' and 'Burn Notice,' that we could be involved in some sort of gun play intrigue. I would really love that because we have no guns. We have nowhere near enough explosions and guns on the set.
I told my mom the reason I started working out was because I wanted to break the necks of the people picking on me. I wanted to hurt them. I said I didn't want any teacher to put me down any more.
Sultan: Prince Ali Ababwa! Of course! I'm delighted to meet you. [he shakes Aladdin's hand] Sultan: This is my royal vizier, Jafar. He's delighted, too. Jafar: [very dryly] Ecstatic.
White Rabbit: Her Imperial Highness, Her Grace, Her Excellency, Her Royal Majesty, the Queen of Hearts! [Crowd cheers] White Rabbit: ... And the King. Voice in crowd: Hooray!
Kayoko Kotohiki - Girls #8: [in despair] You never said a thing!... What am I supposed to do now? Mitsuko: [emerging from the shadows] You die with him.
Shougo Kawada: There's a way out of this game. Kill yourselves together, here, now. If you can't do that, then don't trust anyone... just run.
Satomi Noda - Girls #17: [quietly panicked] We're all... gonna die tomorrow, huh? Yukie Utsumi: Don't start with that. We won't give up until it's over! Okay?
I was at the Royal Shakespeare Company, where I thought, in my naivete, I'd stay for the rest of my career. I'd thought I'd work up through the ranks and go from spear carrier - or in my case, the eunuch, which was several rungs below the spear carri...
Democracy is the road to socialism.
I'm on this road for the rest of my life.
Mondays are the potholes in the road of life.
Being on the road is kind of lonely.
Roads are not practical in Africa.
Accidents are built into the road.
I can kick the can down the road, and I can also kick other modal verbs.
I could write about how I feel when I sing, write and create something from heartbreak, sorrow, sadness or just simply nothingness. How nothingness can become the most beautiful, unexplainable feeling that makes you forget about gravity for an hour.
American dream, a spouse, a brace of children, cuddly pets, coffee-table books, rusted skeleton keys, plastic cauliflower bags, business cards of business-card printers, a mound of used airmail envelopes. Old house on moving day, all echoes and lonel...
Life, perhaps less a document than an impression, conveyed through partial glances, stream-of-consciousness juxtapositions, unpredictable rhythms, a collage of sound, a conscientious diarist, a career of blackmail and scandal culminated in murder, a ...
For what its worth, you're good for him," he said. Healther looked up at him, surprised. Von's green gaze held hers. "Family," he said. "It all comes down to who has your back when your tires are running down a strange road & who'll stop to help you ...
Sence and Sensibility, for instance, came out in three separate volumes, as did Pride and Prejudice (so the next time you read one of the ubiquitous time-travel Austen adaptations and somebody picks up a single-volume first edition, you can hit your ...
