I don't write about certain arguments I have with my wife. I'd get my head torn off if wrote about certain things.
I love America and I hate it. I'm torn between the two. I have two conflicting visions of America. One is a kind of dream landscape and the other is a kind of black comedy.
The subject for a lot of non-fiction is very emotional, but if you read it, it's the most boring, dry stuff. I wanted 'Torn Apart' to be extremely accessible and readable.
When you find someone is crying and her life is torn, just be kind, extend your hand with love and be a best friend.
Karl: [disgusted, upon seeing McClane's torn and bloodied clothing] Are you all right? John McClane: Yeah, it's laundry day.
[Woody's arm is torn] Andy's Mom: I'm sorry, honey, but you know... toys don't last forever.
Rag paper, containing hemp fiber, is the highest quality and longest lasting paper ever made. It can be torn when wet, but returns to its full strength when dry.
I became a big Kings fan, and then later on my hometown of Ottawa got a team, so then I was very, very torn. I just love both of those teams very much.
[the Marines are being torn apart by the Aliens in the Atmosphere Processor Hive] Hicks: Where's Apone? Where's Apone? Hudson: The Sarge is gone! Let's get the fuck outta here!
Adversity is like a strong wind. It tears away from us all but the things that cannot be torn, so that we see ourselves as we really are.
The Unexpected Gift Torn asunder from her slumber in the hour of half past three The child knew the tyrannical regime and followed instinctively. -(slice from Enigmatic Evolution)
I'm like a starving man who has been given food. Maybe he's cold, and his clothes are torn, and he's ashamed, but he's not unhappy.
For this wire is as a part of our body, as a vein torn from us, glowing with our blood. Are we proud of this thread of metal, or of our hands which made it, or is there a line to divide these two?
In this strife-torn valley, I have always been tormented by feelings of indefinite and eternal uncertainty. "The Half Mother" is an outcome of those feelings.
Her mouth was a gash of red, like the torn-open stomach of a sacrifice, bloody and oracular. Behind it her teeth shone sharp and white as bone.
Beautiful mosaics are made of broken or torn material. The most spectacular personal brands are compilations of the same.
...But would that be enough? Because at the moment it felt like it could never be enough. People needed more than a place to stay, more than a porch to sleep on. They needed a home, right? They needed love.
Progress or lack of it, can only be judged by a measuring rod, and if the rod is placed low enough the standard will never threaten you
It felt good to be surrounded by books, by all this solid knowledge, by these objects that could be ripped page by page but couldn't be torn if the pages all held together.
i am constantly torn between killing myself and killing everyone around me. those seem to be the two choices. everything else is just killing time.
I see Canada as a country torn between a very northern, rather extraordinary, mystical spirit which it fears and its desire to present itself to the world as a Scotch banker.
