In Toronto, I grew up taking a subway, I grew up taking a bus. I spent my formative adult years in New York City, walking the streets, taking the subway. You're connected to the larger whole. L.A. is so spread out, and you're so incubated inside thos...
How Beautiful is the rain! After the dust and heat, In the broad and fiery street, In the narrow lane, How beautiful is the rain! How it clatters along the roofs, Like the tramp of hoofs! How it gushes and struggles out From the throat of the overflo...
I am the shee-it,” the adolescent said in a singsong voice. Then he swung around, smirking at the nearly five-thousand-year-old Egyptian vampire. “Who’s your daddy, M?” Far from being offended, Mencheres went over and flawlessly executed a st...
Suddenly this defeat. This rain. The blues gone gray And the browns gone gray And yellow A terrible amber. In the cold streets Your warm body. In whatever room Your warm body. Among all the people Your absence The people who are always Not you. I hav...
Sillman looked at his interrogator with hopeless eyes. 'I think while I was passed out, I dreamed about my mom's gingerbread cookies. Maybe the guy who knocked on the glass was eatin' one.' 'Mm,' said Peace-not-War. 'Well. That's helpful. We'll put a...
I played street hockey in Riverside Park when I was a kid. I played goalie. I didn't make the hockey team in college, so I played lacrosse instead. I didn't play hockey again for 20 to 25 years, and then my son became interested in the game. I decide...
Wilhelm Kunde: [Goeth is being driven round the Ghetto in an open top car] This street divides the ghetto just about in half. On the right, ghetto A, civil employees, industrial workers and so on. On the left, ghetto B, surplus labor, the elderly and...
Old Priest: Many have died, last week, on these streets. In the basement of this building, you will find them. I have given them the last rites. Now, you do what you will. You are stronger than us. But soon, I think they be stronger than you. When th...
Walter Neff: That was all there was to it.Nothing had slipped, nothing had been overlooked.There was nothing to give us away. And yet, Keyes, as I was walking down the street to the drugstore, suddenly, it came over me that everything would go wrong....
Other Prisoner: Hey, you Billy Costigan? Billy Costigan: Yeah. Who wants to know? Other Prisoner: I know a Sean Costigan, down on L Street. Billy Costigan: Yeah that's my cousin. Other Prisoner: Connected. Not too bright. Billy Costigan: I know. Othe...
Hana: There's a man downstairs. He brought us eggs. He might stay. Almásy: Why? Can he lay eggs? Hana: He's Canadian. Almásy: Why are people always so happy when they collide with someone from the same place? What happened in Montreal when you pass...
Laurie: Tommy unlock the door! Come here, now you listen to me. I want you to go down the stairs, and out the front door. I want you to go down the street to the Mackenzie's house. I want you to tell them to call the police and tell them to send them...
Chief Gillespie: [regarding Sam Wood's status as a suspect] We have the motive which is money, and the body which is dead! Tibbs: Sam didn't kill Colbert! Chief Gillespie: What makes you so sure? Tibbs: Because Colbert was killed HERE, driven back to...
Georg Dreyman: The state office for statistics on Hans-Beimler street counts everything; knows everything: how many pairs of shoes I buy a year: 2.3, how many books I read a year: 3.2 and how many students graduate with perfect marks: 6,347. But ther...
Mike: Hey, genius. Wanna know why I bought the car? Sulley: Not really. Mike: To drive it! You know, like on the street? With the honk-honk and the vroom-vroom, and the no walking involved? Sulley: Wah, wah, wah. Will you give it a rest, butterball? ...
Sean Devine: So Jimmy, when was the last time you saw Dave? Jimmy Markum: The last time I saw Dave... Sean Devine: Yeah, Dave Boyle. Jimmy Markum: Dave Boyle... Sean Devine: Yeah Jimmy, Dave Boyle. Jimmy Markum: That was twenty-five years ago, going ...
Satine: Besides, I can't fall in love with anyone Christian: Can't... fall... in love? But, a life without love, that's... terrible... Satine: No, being on the street, that's terrible. Christian: No! Love is like oxygen! Satine: What? Christian: Love...
Fred Gailey: Your Honor, every one of these letters is addressed to Santa Claus. The Post Office has delivered them. Therefore the Post Office Department, a branch of the Federal Governent, recognizes this man Kris Kringle to be the one and only Sant...
Fred Gailey: I must be a pretty good lawyer. I took a little old man and proved to the world that... [looks off screen] Doris: [sees a cane resting on the wall] Oh no, it can't be. It must have been left by the people who moved out. Fred Gailey: Mayb...
Kris Kringle: You see, Mrs. Walker, this is quite an opportunity for me. For the past 50 years or so I've been getting more and more worried about Christmas. Seems we're all so busy trying to beat the other fellow in making things go faster and look ...
Fred Gailey: All my life I've wondered something, and now's my chance to find out. I'm going to find the answer to a question that's puzzled the world for centuries. Does Santa Claus sleep with his whiskers outside or in? Kris Kringle: Always sleep w...
