I think we ought to read only the kind of books that wound or stab us. If the book we're reading doesn't wake us up with a blow to the head, what are we reading for? So that it will make us happy, as you write? Good Lord, we would be happy precisely ...
It could be yesterday when I was less in love I think For I didn’t see you in the mirror behind me while getting dressed. The way your hands couldn’t stay away and our bodies always found their ways back to each other as if they were meant to be ...
Janet: [talking to Brian's camera] Brian, it's you! Hi. I'm gonna try not to wake you up. I can't believe that I stayed over. [pulls gun from holster] Janet: This, this is interesting. I have never shot one before. Maybe that could be our next date. ...
Theodore: [Writing letter] Roberto, Will you always come home with me and tell me about your day? Tell me about the guy at work who talked too much, the stain you got on your shirt at lunch. Tell me about a funny thought you had when you were waking ...
Del: [speaking to self while sitting in the car while it snows] Well Marie, once again my dear, you where as right as rain. I am, with out a doubt, the biggest pain in the butt that ever came down the pike. I meet someone whose company I really enjoy...
Tony Montana: Is this it? That's what it's all about, Manny? Eating, drinking, fucking, sucking? Snorting? Then what? You're 50. You got a bag for a belly. You got tits, you need a bra. They got hair on them. You got a liver, they got spots on it, an...
All the world seemed suddenly dream, for in what waking world would a prince deceive his own people for the benefit of a slave? ~ Ayden
The common factor in all our experiences is wakeful consciousness which turns what happens into an experience or a meaningful reality.
Did you wake him?" "If I say yes, will you spank me?" Syn rolled his eyes. "You're horrible, Mari.
There are many who don't wish to sleep for fear of nightmares. Sadly, there are many who don't wish to wake for the same fear.
I think the world is often like that.” “Like what?” “Comic, but only at the right distance.
...once you express your will, the Universe will conspire with each and every atom to help you reach your destiny.
Life is a dream from which we all must wake before we can dream again.
But Noodynaady's actual ingrate tootle is of come into the garner mauve and thy nice are stores of morning and buy me a bunch of iodines.
Here's lumbos. Where misties swaddlum, where misches lodge none, where mystries pour kind on, O sleepy! So be yet!
She wakes in a puddle of sunlight. Her hands asleep beside her. Her hair draped on the lawn like a mantle of cloth.
I am Classic Rock Revisited. I revisit it every waking moment of my life because it has the spirit and the attitude and the fire and the middle finger. I am Rosa Parks with a Gibson guitar.
We are more than the person who wakes each day. We are the dreams of the previous night and the nightmares of the week before.
A dream you once were, A dream of all my realities, A dream I can no long strive for In the wake of my manly betayals
The rare opportunity to exist, no matter how brief, is worth the pain left in the wake of its disappearance.
We dream, we wake on a cold hillside, we pursue the dream again. In the beginning was the dream, and the work of disenchantment never ends.
