I've always been super aware that we could all die at any moment. This ceiling could fall. I could trip and land on this pen I'm holding. I could choke on my cold pasta lunch. I could be attacked by that pigeon eying me from my window sill. I could b...
Reading off a page is like looking down at a landscape from a balloon – your eye "sees" the story as well as reads it, its layout, its paragraphs and structure, and "remembers" what it just read because it's still there, on the page, simultaneously...
Swansea is a town where art is alive. If it became a cultural centre or a resort where art was fashionable and where it was always being discussed but never being created, it would be a town where art was dead... There is no room in Swansea to be pom...
My friends stood on the ground two feet below me, and miles away from understanding why I would want to sleep on a trailer platform... I couldn't possibly begin to explain what was only beginning to bud inside me: I wanted a home. I wanted to be at h...
For a moment he came near to sharing their incredible belief—it would do no harm to mutter a prayer of thanks to the God of his childhood, the God of the Common and the castle, that no ill had yet come to Sarah's child. Then a sonic boom scattered ...
We open our eyes and we think we're seeing the whole world out there. But what has become clear—and really just in the last few centuries—is that when you look at the electro-magnetic spectrum we are seeing less than 1/10 Billionth of the informa...
... Up telephone poles, Which rear, half out of leavage As though they would shriek Like things smothered by their own Green, mindless, unkillable ghosts. In Georgia, the legend says That you must close your windows At night to keep it out of the hou...
Itzhak Stern: I'm sorry, Herr Direktor, you're running very late. Here, this is for the Obersturmbahnführer and this is for his niece, it's her birthday, Greta. Greta as in Garbo. Oskar Schindler: By the way, don't *ever* do that to me again. Didn't...
Reverend Clement Hedges: To kill such a creature will require nerves of steel and... a bullet! [lightning strikes] Lord Victor Quartermaine: A bullet? [lightning strikes] Reverend Clement Hedges: A bullet! [lightning strikes] Lord Victor Quartermaine...
Dwayne T. Robinson: We don't know shit, Powell. If there's hostages, how come nobody's come to us with ransom demands, huh? If there's terrorists in there, where's their list of demands? All we know is that somebody shot your car up. It's probably th...
Chief Insp. Hubbard: There is evidence however that he was blackmailing you. Tony Wendice: Blackmail? Mark Halliday: Yes, I'm afraid it's true, Tony. Chief Insp. Hubbard: And you suggest that he came in by the window. And we know that he came in by t...
Professor Henry Higgins: I know your head aches; I know you're tired; I know your nerves are as raw as meat in a butcher's window. But think what you're trying to accomplish. Think what you're dealing with. The majesty and grandeur of the English lan...
[Escaping captivity, Roger Thornhill slips in through the window of a darkened hospital room. Immediately the light is snapped on. A woman patient sits up in the bed, reaching for her glasses] Hospital Patient: STOP! Roger Thornhill: [stops] Oh. Excu...
Charlie: Who took this picture? Raymond: D-A-D. Charlie: And you lived with us? Raymond: Yeah, 10962 Beachcrest Street, Cincinnati, Ohio. Charlie: When did you leave? Raymond: January 12, 1965. Very snowy that day. 7.2 inches of snow that day. Charli...
Lt. Doyle: You didn't see the killing or the body. How do you know there was a murder? Jeff: Because everything this fellow's done has been suspicious: trips at night in the rain, knifes, saws, trunks with rope, and now this wife that isn't there any...
Jeff: Those two yellow zinnias at the end, they're shorter now. Now since when do flowers grow shorter over the course of two weeks? Something's buried there. Lisa: Mrs. Thorwald! Stella: You haven't spent much time around cemeteries, have you? Mr. T...
L.B. Jefferies' Editor: It's about time you got married, before you turn into a lonesome and bitter old man. Jeff: Yeah, can't you just see me, rushing home to a hot apartment to listen to the automatic laundry and the electric dishwasher and the gar...
Stella: You heard of that market crash in '29? I predicted that. Jeff: Oh, just how did you do that, Stella? Stella: Oh, simple. I was nursing a director of General Motors. Kidney ailment, they said. Nerves, I said. And I asked myself, "What's Genera...
Lt. Doyle: Lars Thorwald... is no more a murderer than I am. Jeff: [stunned] You mean that you can explain everything strange that has been going on over there, and is still going on? Lt. Doyle: No, and neither can you. That's a secret private world ...
Lily Sloane: [threatening with a phaser] You want to help me? Get me out of here! Captain Jean-Luc Picard: Alright. You want a way out? Here it is. [Picard opens window, revealing the Earth far, far below] Lily Sloane: What is this? Captain Jean-Luc ...
Cole Sear: You know the accident up there? Lynn Sear: Yeah. Cole Sear: Someone got hurt. Lynn Sear: They did? Cole Sear: A lady. She died. Lynn Sear: Oh, my god. What, you can see her? Cole Sear: Yes. Lynn Sear: Where is she? Cole Sear: Standing next...
