I think there's something wrong with me - I like to win in everything I do, regardless of what it is. You want to race down the street, I want to beat you. If we're playing checkers, I want to win. You beat me, it's going to bother me. I just enjoy c...
The yellow moon dreamily tipping buttons of light down among the leaves. Marimba, marimba - from beyond the black street. Somebody dancing, somebody getting the hell outta here. Shadows of cats weave round the treetrunks, the exposed knotty roots. ("...
Photography is essentially an act of recognition by street photographers, not an act of invention. Photographers might respond to an old man’s face, or an Arbus freak, or the way light hits a building—and then they move on. Whereas in all the oth...
It's possible to spend every waking hour here on the ninth floor and not get out of the office. And this isn't the real world in here. And contrary to public opinion, I'm not incredibly poll-driven. They are an ongoing indicator of how we are going, ...
Man is more naturally violent than woman. Four times as many men are involved in homicides as women. You might not pick this up in K Street law offices or in the halls of Congress, but once you enter the areas of this country where more typical Ameri...
I mix and match a lot: sometimes I'll buy from boutiques, sometimes I'll buy vintage clothes, sometimes I buy big, expensive labels, but 70 per cent of the time, my clothes are from the high street. I always buy Topman jeans, but I shop everywhere. G...
Vincent Mancini: Uncle Michael, listen - I know you're into banks and Wall Street, but everyone knows you're the final word, you're like the Supreme Court. All I want to do is protect you from these guys and your lawyers can't do that.
Shelley Levene: What the hell are you? You're a fuckin' secretary. Fuck you. That's my message to ya: fuck you and you can kiss my ass and if you don't like it baby I'm going across the street to Jerry Graff, period, fuck you.
Megan McCallister: You're not at all worried that something might happen to Kevin? Buzz McCallister: No, for three reasons: A, I'm not that lucky. Two, we use smoke detectors and D, we live on the most boring street in the whole United States of Amer...
Virginia Woolf: Did it matter, then, she asked herself, walking toward Bond Street. Did it matter that she must inevitably cease, completely. All this must go on without her. Did she resent it? Or did it not become consoling to believe that death end...
Louis: In the spring of 1988, I returned to New Orleans, and as soon as I smelled the air, I knew I was home. It was rich, almost sweet, like the scent of jasmine and roses around our old courtyard. I walked the streets, savoring that long lost perfu...
Prince Feisal: But you know, Lieutenant, in the Arab city of Cordoba were two miles of public lighting in the streets when London was a village? T.E. Lawrence: Yes, you were great. Prince Feisal: Nine centuries ago. T.E. Lawrence: Time to be great ag...
Marge: Nancy? Nancy: What, Mother? Marge: Don't fall asleep in there. You could drown, you know. Nancy: Oh, for Pete's sakes. Marge: It happens all the time. I've heated up some warm milk for you, honey. Nancy: Warm milk? Gross.
Nancy: [At the police station] Ya know Tina, she dreamed this was gonna happen. Donald: What? Nancy: She had a nightmare, that someone was trying to kill her. [to her mother, sobbing] Nancy: That's why we were there mom. She just didn't wanna sleep a...
Nancy: [At the sleep clinic] I don't see why you can't just give me a pill to keep me from dreaming. Dr. King: Everybody's got to dream, young girl. If you don't dream... [Pointing to his head] Dr. King: Ya go.
Mark Zuckerberg: Ma'am, I know you've done your homework and so you know that money isn't a big part of my life, but at the moment I could buy Mt. Auburn Street, take the Phoenix Club, and turn it into my ping-pong room.
Sweeney Todd: What is that? Mrs. Lovett: It's fop, / Finest in the shop. / Or we have shepherd's pie peppered with actual shepherd on top. And I've just begun. Here's the politician, so oily it's served on a doily, have one.
Sweeney Todd: Pretty women. Judge Turpin: Silhouetted. Sweeney Todd: Stay within you. Judge Turpin: Glancing. Sweeney Todd: Stay forever. Judge Turpin: Breathing lightly. Sweeney Todd: Pretty women. Sweeney Todd, Judge Turpin: Pretty women!
Ed (editor): McCoy! Billy, kill that story about the Republican Convention in Chicago and take this down: "The Ringo Kid was killed on Main Street in Lordsburg tonight. And among the additional dead were..." Leave that blank for a spell. McCoy, types...
Malone: [stopping at a post office] Well, here we are. Ness: What are we doing here? Malone: Liquor raid. Ness: [looking at the police station across the street] Here? Malone: Mr. Ness, everybody knows where the booze is. The problem isn't finding it...
Cyrus: Now, here's the sum total: One gang could run this city! One gang. Nothing would move without us allowing it to happen. We could tax the crime syndicates, the police, because WE got the streets, suckers! Can you dig it? Gang Members: YEAH! [sh...
