Ninety percent of the time, I'm wearing imaginary people's clothing. I don't feel a huge pressure to go out and, like, hit the town, hit the boutiques.
Will: [initially leaving town] This is crazy, I don't even have any guns.
Neil: I am so sick of this stinkin' little buttcrack of a town!
Wendy: I can't believe I'm finally getting out of this fucking nowhere town!
Clark: We're from out of town. Man Giving Directions: No shit.
Fergus 'Fergie' Colm: Do I hear you got a sweet new girlfriend?
I grew up in this town, my poetry was born between the hill and the river, it took its voice from the rain, and like the timber, it steeped itself in the forests.
I remember the evacuee children from towns and cities throwing stones at the farm animals. When we explained that if you did that you wouldn't have any milk, meat or eggs, they soon learned to respect the animals.
I'm from outside Philadelphia, a town called Wayne, which is, like, 25 minutes northwest.
The town I grew up in was at least fifty percent Jewish, so every weekend in the 7th grade, we went to Bar and Bat Mitzvahs.
I directed a piece of theater in Italy. We took nine fables from the town and we created a play.
I read about eight newspapers in a day. When I'm in a town with only one newspaper, I read it eight times.
Lead your life so you wouldn't be ashamed to sell the family parrot to the town gossip.
I liked working in a series, going to work every day and not having to leave town for long locations. I was producing them and building an audience.
I have come to the conclusion that the major part of the work of a President is to increase the gate receipts of expositions and fairs and bring tourists to town.
I've had women who move to the towns I'm living in, just pack up and move there, never even met 'em before, 'cause they heard I lived there.
A loose end - that's what we woman call it, when we are overwhelmed by the care of small children, the weight of small tasks, a life in which we fall into bed at the end of the day exhausted from being all things to all people.
Searching for the who lives in him was perhaps what he really meant, because certainly no beast has essayed the boundless, infinitely inventive art of human hatred. No beast can match its range and power.
It is after all so easy to shatter a story. To break a chain of thought. To ruin a fragment of a dream being carried around carefully like a piece of porcelain. To let it be, to travel with it, as Velutha did, is much the harder thing to do.
He could do only one thing at a time. If he held her, he couldn't kiss her. If he kissed her, he couldn't see her. If he saw her, he couldn't feel her.
If you don't feel strong desires for the manifestation of the glory of God, it is not because you have drunk deeply and are satisfied. It is because you have nibbled so long at the table of the world. Your soul is stuffed with small things, and there...
