I always look at these superhero films, and I see people hurdling towards at a hundred miles per hour, and then they get up, shake their head, and charge back at a hundred miles per hour. Nobody seems to really get injured or hurt. I don't find any t...
I do a lot of biking. I need that mileage and the long-distance stuff because tennis demands it. My fitness trainer is always trying to convince me to do an Ironman. I can probably run the marathon, I can make the 112 miles on the bike, but I will ne...
My first car was, as depicted in 'Sleepwalk with Me,' my mother's '92 Volvo station wagon that had 80,000 miles on it, and I had put 40,000 miles on it, so by the time it retired it had 120,000, and I basically killed it. It served me well, and my me...
Did Muddy Waters play an acoustic? Well of course he did. But did he turn his back on being able to plug it in and play louder? No, he plugged in and turned it up and got miles and miles ahead of the game in one fateful act of just plugging in.
Louisiana loses 30 miles a year off our coast. We lost 100 miles last year off our coast thanks to Hurricanes Katrina and Rita. We have lost a size of land equivalent to the entire state of Rhode Island.
The last time I was pulled over was in 2005. I was going 55 in a 35 mile per hour zone - which I don't understand because you can barely even idle at 35 miles per hour. Anyway, I was ordered to go to traffic school. It was an 8-hour class and really ...
My grandmother worked at one of those Bel-Air mansions, and we would go - not too often, but every now and then - to pick her up. Hollywood was probably 12 miles from my house, but it might as well have been a million miles away. The only time I saw ...
Jungle Julia: The woods are lovely, dark, and deep. Jungle Julia: And I've got promises to keep. Jungle Julia: And miles to go before I sleep. Jungle Julia: Did you hear that butterfly? Jungle Julia: Miles to go before you sleep.
Gollum: I found it, I did. A way through the marshes. Orcs don't use it. Orcs don't know it. They go round for miles and miles. Come Hobbitses, soft and quick as shadows we must be.
Jack: Fucking chick's married, man. Miles Raymond: What? Jack: Her husband works a night shift or something, and he comes home and catches me on the floor with my cock in his wife's ass. Miles Raymond: Oh, Jesus Christ.
Jack: Listen, honey. Let me call you right back. Miles and I are in the middle of something. No, it's nothing serious, Miles is just having one of his freak-outs. Yeah. Love you too.
King of Hearts: Rule 42: All persons more than a mile high must leave the court immediately. Alice: I am not a mile high, and I'm not leaving. Queen of Hearts: Sorry. Rule 42, you know.
Whoever is born in New York is ill-equipped to deal with any other city: all other cities seem, at best, a mistake, and, at worst, a fraud. No other city is so spitefully incoherent. Whereas other cities flaunt there history - their presumed glory - ...
The battle of Iwo Jima would quickly turn into a primitive contest of gladiators: Japanese gladiators fighting from caves and tunnels like the catacombs of the Colosseum, and American gladiators aboveground, exposed on all sides, using liquid gasolin...
I want to stand on a platform in the middle of Times Square and shout, 'You do not have to battle your Crohn's disease alone.'
Savannah is amazing with the town squares and the hanging moss and the French Colonial houses. It's brutally romantic.
You're being parental', I said. 'Go find that squid'.
The intelligence of that creature known as a crowd is the square root of the number of people in it.
An emotional debt is hard to square.
Don’t underestimate the value of irony—it is extremely valuable.
The Arab Spring is over. The days of the protesters with laptops and BlackBerrys in Tahrir Square are long gone.
