It was after I first began to uplift my thoughts a bit that my cravings for junk food started to dissipate. I did not connect the two at that time. First, I simply noticed that I didn’t need to sleep so much. It took a while before I realized that ...
A short story I have written long ago would barge into my house in the middle of the night, shake me awake and shout, 'Hey,this is no time for sleeping! You can't forget me, there's still more to write!' Impelled by that voice, I would find myself wr...
Tell me what you’re looking for and i will become that for you. I can sacrifice my inner freedoms for you without looking twice at my old journals and solid promises I made to myself about such things. But you must be prepared to kill me when the s...
I feel that there has to be a purpose to what we do. If there was no hope at all, we should just sleep or drink and wait for death. But we don’t want to do that. And why? I think something tells us that we should struggle. We don’t really know wh...
When I was young and had no sense In far-off Mandalay I lost my heart to a Burmese girl As lovely as the day. Her skin was gold, her hair was jet, her teeth were ivory; I said, "For twenty silver pieces, Maiden, sleep with me." She looked at me, so p...
Underneath the sky, so void of light, the rain soaked me through. I held on to the railing and felt calm, even content, and then he had to reach through the dark, raise my temperature and make my heart beat a little bit faster. Not very gallant I sho...
Real writers write. Period. No, the muse does not come to visit everyday. She’s a lazy, precocious flirt. You cannot get into the habit of being “in the mood” to write. No writer on Earth is in the mood to write everyday, but the good ones do i...
Cop663: Since she left, everything in the flat is sad. Everything needed lulling to sleep. [to a bar of soap] Cop663: You've lost a lot of weight, you know. You used to be so chubby. Have more confidence in yourself. [to a threadbare wet dishcloth] C...
Mother Sister: Good morning. Da Mayor: Is it a good morning? Mother Sister: Yes, indeed. You almost got yourself killed last night. Da Mayor: I've done that before. Where did you sleep? Mother Sister: I didn't. Da Mayor: Hope the block is still stand...
Hazel Grace Lancaster: Is it really 1 A.M.? Augustus Waters: Is it? Yeah, yes, it is. Augustus Waters: [laugh] I should probably go to sleep. Augustus Waters: [Exhale] Okay. Hazel Grace Lancaster: Okay. Augustus Waters: Okay. Hazel Grace Lancaster: O...
Michael Corleone: [discussing the incident regarding the two unknown gunmen who fired through Michael's bedroom window earlier] In my home. Frank Pentangeli: Michael, when I heard I almost died... Michael Corleone: [yells] IN MY HOME! IN MY BEDROOM! ...
Remus Lupin: [Deleted scene] [Tonks comes running down a corridor, spies Lupin, and throws herself into his arms] Remus Lupin: You shouldn't have! Teddy needs you. Nymphadora Tonks: He'll sleep till dawn and snore like his father. It's you who needs ...
Harry Potter: Hey Big D. Beat up another 10 year old? Dudley Dursley: This one deserved it. Harry Potter: Five against one. That's very brave. Dudley Dursley: Well you're one to talk, moaning in your sleep every night. At least I'm not afraid of my p...
Vincent Hanna: You know what? Neil is gone. Bam! Flying like a bird. Detective Casals: Vincent, how do you? We still got bait. Maybe some time. Vincent Hanna: Got. Got. What've we got? *What've we got?* Bon voyage, motherfucker. You were good. I'm go...
Guido: [carrying his son through the camp] You are such a good boy. You sleep now. Dream sweet dreams. Maybe we are both dreaming. Maybe this is all a dream, and in the morning, Mommy will wake us up with milk and cookies. Then, after we eat, I will ...
Colonel Ludlow: Indians! Indians were the issue in those days. I can assure you, gentlemen, there is nothing quite so grotesque as the meeting of a child with a bullet; or an entire village slaughtered while sleeping. That was the Government's resolu...
Boromir: One does not simply walk into Mordor. Its Black Gates are guarded by more than just Orcs. There is evil there that does not sleep, and the Great Eye is ever watchful. It is a barren wasteland, riddled with fire and ash and dust, the very air...
[Frodo awakens to hear Aragorn singing in the dark] Frodo: Who is she? This woman you sing of? Aragorn: 'Tis the Lay of Lúthien. The Elf-maiden who gave her love to Beren, a mortal. Frodo: What happened to her? Aragorn: She died. [He sighs, turns ba...
[Treebeard is is walking through the fores, carrying Merry and Pippin] Treebeard: I believe you will enjoy this next one, too. It is one of my own compositions. Ahem. 'Beneath the roof of sleeping... leaves and dreams of trees untold, When woodland h...
Charlotte: 25 years. That's uh, well it's impressive. Bob: Well you figure, you sleep one-third of your life, that knocks out eight years of marriage right there. So you're, y'know, down to 16 in change. You know you're just a teenager, at marriage, ...
Brigid O'Shaughnessy: I do know he always went heavily armed, and that he never went to sleep without covering the floor around his bed with crumpled newspapers, so that nobody could come silently into his room. Sam Spade: You picked a nice sort of a...
