A moral cynicism was sapping the strength of our society, half-lies were not only condoned, but regarded as smart. Many had remained untouched by the welter of the holocaust of battle fields, mass bombings, prison camps, the blood, pain, heartbreak a...
The Reverend Mother must combine the seductive wiles of a courtesan with the untouchable majesty of a virgin goddess, holding these attributes in tension so long as the powers of her youth endure. For when youth and beauty have gone, she will find th...
They couldn't hurt Gansey. Nothing could hurt him; people who said money couldn't buy everything hadn't seen anyone as rich as the Aglionby boys. They were untouchable, immune to life's troubles. Only death couldn't be swiped away by a credit card.
Even today we don't pay serious attention to the issue of poverty, because the powerful remain relatively untouched by it. Most people distance themselves from the issue by saying that if the poor worked harder, they wouldn't be poor.
Just as people can watch spellbound a circus artist tumbling through the air in a phosphorized costume, so they can listen to a preacher who uses the Word of God to draw attention to himself. But a sensational preacher stimulates the senses and leave...
Kasturba Gandhi: Sora was sent to tell me I must rake and cover the latrine. Gandhi: Everyone takes his turn. Kasturba Gandhi: It is the work of untouchables! Gandhi: In this place, no work is beneath us. Kasturba Gandhi: I am your wife! Gandhi: [col...
Ness: [Ness has just shot a gangster after the Canadian border raid] I had to kill him. Malone: Oh, yeah. He's as dead as Julius Caesar... Would you rather it was you? Ness: No, I would not. Malone: Well, then, you've done your job. Go home and sleep...
Malone: [stopping at a post office] Well, here we are. Ness: What are we doing here? Malone: Liquor raid. Ness: [looking at the police station across the street] Here? Malone: Mr. Ness, everybody knows where the booze is. The problem isn't finding it...
Hoods: You got 5 seconds to make up your minds Ness: You got him? George Stone: Yeah I got him Hoods: 1... Ness: Take him [Stone shoots, the Hood drops with blood coming out of his mouth] George Stone: Two
Every scrape, site, range and page; every game, download, hack, song, movie and virrie on the Web. Everything on your phone. Everything on your 'puta. Even the content directories of your cupboards. Almost every system has been brute-forced; password...
At least not until the Terror took hold of him. Not until he saw, night after night, a little boat being rowed across the river. Not until he saw it return at dawn. Not until he saw what his Untouchable son had touched. More than touched. Enter. Love...
This new resolve gave her a sort of light-headed self-confidence: when she left the dinner-table she felt so easy and careless that she was surprised to see that the glass of champagne beside her plate was untouched. She felt as if all its sparkles w...
Beautiful songs could sometimes take a person out of themselves and carry them away to a place of magic. But when Jill sang, it was not about the song, really. She could sing the phone book. She could sing a shopping list. Whatever she sang, whatever...
Feris was taller than the average man and his looks were sinister in the form of long dark hair and deep-set eyes. He had an untouchable, magnetic quality that consumed any beholder whose gaze fell upon him as he spoke, and when he fell silent, his p...
Time slowed as metal shards enveloped her like shattered glass. None pierced her of course, but it seemed as though she might be able to reach out and pluck one from the sky. She settled for stretching out an imagined hand, palm upturned, and letting...
Life is about going with the flow of time... Every single moment is becoming a past & every past needs us to let them stay as is untouched... Every single moment demands you to go... Don't turn back it's nothing there except the deceptive reality the...
Capone: I want you to get this fuck where he breathes! I want you to find this nancy-boy Eliot Ness, I want him DEAD! I want his family DEAD! I want his house burned to the GROUND! I wanna go there in the middle of the night and I wanna PISS ON HIS A...
Ness: [looking at a gold chain Malone is holding] What is that? Malone: Ah, I'm among the heathen. That is my call box key, and that... is my St. Jude medallion. Ness: Saint who? George Stone: Santo Jude. The patron saint of lost causes. Malone: And ...
Malone: Isn't that just like a wop. Hoods: [He starts backing away from Malone] Malone: Brings a knife to a gun fight. Hoods: [He backs away faster] Malone: Get outta here you Dago Bastard! Hoods: [He runs out the door] Malone: Go on get your ass out...
...what books meant, the possibility they presented: you could protect them forever, store them up like engineers store water, endless resources of time and knowledge snared in ink, tied down to paper, layered on shelves...Moments made physical, unto...
Any closer would unravel her mystery, the very thing which made her so truly beautiful...It was her mystery that he adored. He was in love with everything that he did not know about her... No real sexual encounter could ever match the secret one that...
