John Book: What happened to Hochleitner? Rachel Lapp: He went home. He's a friend of the family... he's like a son to Eli. [Notices John planing a board] Rachel Lapp: You know carpentry. Can you do anything else? John Book: Whacking. I'm hell at whac...
I was never a class clown or anything like that, but I do remember being in the first grade and my teacher, Mr. Chad, told the class one day that we were going to do some exercises. He meant math exercises, but I stood up and started doing jumping ja...
I just worry a lot. I'm a worrier. Michelle and Barack are really dear to me. I mean, I love them. And I don't want to see them get hurt. Just the nature of politics is hurtful. So every time they are hurt, I get hurt. It's a lot to ask of people, an...
Rachel Hansen: You know, my friends are all in love with you. You know, it's like we said. Plenty of other fish in the sea. Tom: [Looks at a group of twelve year old girls who wave at him and giggle] Thanks. But, uh, those are guppies. Rachel Hansen:...
Jake Sully: I'm just saying if you love your little forest friends, then why not just let them kill my ass? Neytiri: Why save you? Jake Sully: Yeah, why save me, what's the thinking? Neytiri: You have a strong heart, no fear. But stupid! Like baby, d...
Lenny at 13: [after Tommy gives Lenny the block buster] Wait a minute, I'm not touching this thing. Look how small the fuse is. I'll get busted. Evan Treborn at 13: [puts a cigarette on the block buster] Here. That should give you two minutes. Lenny ...
Da Fino: Well maybe you and me could pool our resources, you know, trade information? Professional courtesy? Compeers, you know? The Dude: Yeah, yeah, I get it, fuck off Da Fino. And stay away from my special - from my fucking lady friend, man!
Woody Merrill: All marriages don't have to be like that one Peggy Stephenson: Which one? Woody Merrill: Your friends, Fred and Marie Peggy Stephenson: What's wrong with their marriage? Woody Merrill: Nothing, except one slight detail, they just don't...
Ray: [upon being bailed out of jail by Chloë] I'll get all the money back to you as soon as I get through with me friend. Chloë: It's not a problem, Raymond. Ray: And I'll get you all your acid and ecstasy back to you, too. Chloë: [nervously to ne...
Ken: See Jimmy, my wife was black, and I loved her very much. And in 1976, she was murdered by a white man. So where am I supposed to stand in all this blood and carnage? Jimmy: Did they get the guy that did it? Ken: A friend of mine got him. Ray: Ha...
My friends all regarded me as a man of unsound mind because I held the view that my wife was with me in spirit always. I have lived with her spirit guiding me every day and she is with me now as I write this letter, and helps me to do as I am now doi...
My ultimate game - or at least one I would really like to see - would be something where it was like the beginning of George R. R. Martin's 'Game of Thrones', where you're Ned Stark, and you know that one of your friends has been murdered, and you go...
The decision to write full-time meant I couldn't afford to buy a house. A friend kindly offered me the use of his apartment in a thirty-six-story building full of newlywed couples in the southern area of Jakarta. I didn't like my working space at fir...
You know I'm a coffee-lover. Having coffee it's a kind of daily ritual that is done with my friends, my family and more often - with myself, when I'm alone at home with books and music. Coffee it is a way to celebrate my friendships, to show feelings...
Memories of that which we have lost are curious things - weeks, months, even years may pass without recollection of them and then, quite suddenly, something will remind us of a lost friend, or of a favourite possession that has been mislaid or destro...
A friend of mine told me a bunch of stuff on Buddhism and about Avicii being the lowest level of Buddhist hell, and it just sort of got stuck in my head. Later on when I went to setup a MySpace, I tried a bunch of names and they were all taken so I j...
I read stories aloud at every stage. I listen to my writer friends when they kindly offer criticism. I listen to my husband when he tells me something doesn't seem right. I have my mother's boyfriend, Loring Janes, read to make sure I get everything ...
I have arrived more definitely than any other painter during his lifetime; honours shower upon me from every side; artists pay me compliments on my work; there are many people to whom my position must seem enviable…. But I don’t seem to have a si...
How many slams in an old screen door? Depends how loud you shut it. How many slices in a bread? Depends how thin you cut it. How much good inside a day? Depends how good you live 'em. How much love inside a friend? Depends how much you give 'em.
It should make you shake and sweat, nightmare you, strand you in the desert of irrevocable desolation, the consequences seared into the vein, no matter what adrenaline feeds the muscle its courage, no matter what god shines down on you, no matter wha...
I’m nothing great. But I’m a rose… I’m a rose whether I’m admired or not, I’m a rose whether anyone’s crazy about me or not… Like I said, nothing great. Just a rose… But, do you know what it means to be a rose, my friend? Being a ro...
