Now, what would you like for dinner? Steak? Chicken? I, for one…I am thinking…Chinese.” Stunned, Jenera stopped and looked between Nylora and Aleta, “Uh…I don’t think you mean sweet and sour pork, right?” The older handmaiden laughed he...
If the worst you can say about an otherwise sweet-natured and pleasant romance novel is that the main characters are just too wholesome to suit you and your bitter, bitter, cat-infested, 7-years-friendless-and-romantically-barren life, you should pro...
(Speaking of the Cistercian monks) A grim fraternity, passing grim lives in that sweet spot, that God had made so bright! Strange that Nature's voices all around them--the soft singing of the waters, the wisperings of the river grass, the music of th...
Dad: Top of volume two, first four tracks. You've got "Band on the Run" into "My Sweet Lord" into "Jealous Guy" into "Photograph." Come on! It's like the perfect segue. You've got Paul who takes you to the party, George who talks to you about God, Jo...
Connie: Michael, I hated you for so many years. I think that I did things to myself, to hurt myself so that you'd know - that I could hurt you. You were just being strong for all of us the way Papa was. And I forgive you. Can't you forgive Fredo? He'...
Sirius Black: Sorry about the bite, I reckon that twinges a bit. Ron: A bit? A bit? You almost tore my leg off! Sirius Black: I *was* going for the rat. Normally, I have a very sweet disposition as a dog. In fact, more than once, James suggested that...
The Bride: What are you doing here? Bill: What am I doing? A moment ago, I was playin' my flute. But this moment, I'm looking at the most beautiful bride these old eyes have ever seen. The Bride: Why are you here? Bill: Last look. The Bride: Are you ...
Timon: [singing] I can see what's happening. Pumbaa: What? Timon: [singing] And they don't have a clue. Pumbaa: Who? Timon: [singing] They'll fall in love and here's the bottom line: / Our trio's down to two. Pumbaa: Oh. Timon: [singing] [sarcastic, ...
Vitruvius: My sweet Emmet, come closer. You must know something about the prophecy. Emmet: I know. I'm doing my best but... I don't-I don't. Vitruvius: The prophecy... I made it up. Emmet: What? Vitruvius: I made it up. It's not true. Emmet: But that...
[the gleeful gang shoots Murphy firing-squad style till... ] Joe Cox: Shit! I'm out of ammo. Emil: Me, too. Joe Cox: [to a mangled Murphy, in sing-songy taunting tone] Does it hurt? Does it hurt? [laughs] Clarence Boddicker: Okay, fun's over. [shoots...
Michael Sullivan, Jr.: Did you like Peter more than me? Michael Sullivan: No. I loved you both the same. Michael Sullivan, Jr.: You were always... different with me. Michael Sullivan: Was I? [Sullivan thinks for a while] Michael Sullivan: Well, I sup...
[last lines] Inga: You know, there's something I've been meaning to ask you. In the transference, the monster got part of your wonderful brain. But what did you ever get from him? Dr. Frederick Frankenstein: [growls suggestively] Inga: [gasping] Oh m...
Claire Standish: He's just doing it to get a rise out of you. Just ignore him. John Bender: Sweets. You couldn't ignore me if you tried. So... so. Are you guys like boyfriend-girlfriend? Steady dates? Lovers? Come on, sporto, level with me. Do you sl...
Ken: Ray, did we or did we not agree that if I let you go on your date tonight, you'd do the things I wanted to do today? Ray: We are doing the things you wanted to do today. Ken: And I would do them without you throwing a fucking moody, like a five ...
Didn’t I stand there once, white-knuckled, gripping the just-lit taper, swearing I’d never go back? And hadn’t you kissed the rain from my mouth? And weren’t we gentle and awed and afraid, knowing we’d stepped from the room of desire into t...
There are gains for all our losses There are balms for all our pains But when youth the dream departs It takes some thing from our hearts And never comes again We are stronger and are better Under manhood’s sterner reign Still we feel that some thi...
In the third place he comes on to the chiefe Organ, that is, the instrument wherewith they should sing. It is not with the Organs of the Papists, no not with thy tongue; but it is with the heart, and with the affection of a well-ruled heart. Therefor...
She is a mortal danger to all men. She is beautiful without knowing it, and possesses charms that she's not even aware of. She is like a trap set by nature - a sweet perfumed rose in whose petals Cupid lurks in ambush! Anyone who has seen her smile h...
I'm turning you into a girl chasing a butterfly, a she-wolf on a hilltop, & then back into a woman.
You like him, Rose. Why don't you just admit that, at least to me?
He glanced up once, eyes bored. “Please stop talking. I’m trying to eat.
