Doc: [as Dopey hesitantly sneaks up to their room where Snow White is sleeping] Don't be afraid. We're right behind you. Dwarfs: [chorusing] Yes, we're right behind you.
[In the Night Club after Drexel has beaten Clarence] Drexl Spivey: He must have thought it was white boy day. It ain't white boy day, is it? Marty: No man, It ain't white boy day.
We have been playing to a 70-30 black to white audience. And we are just doing what should come next, trying to attract a larger house, trying to reach an audience that's half black and white.
The path of duty lies in what is nearby, but men look for it in things far off.
The heart of the wise man lies quiet like limpid water.
Those who foretell the future lies, even if he tells the truth.
When World War II erupted, colonialism was at its apogee. The courde of the war, however, its symbolic undertones, would sow the seeds of the system's defeat and demise. [...] The central subject, the essence, the core relations between Europeans and...
Jack Crabb: I know of a white man who is as brave as any Human Being. His name is General Custer. Old Lodge Skins: I would like to meet this man and smoke with him. What does his name mean? Jack Crabb: It means 'Long Hair'. Old Lodge Skins: Good name...
Who knows the secrets of anybody’s heart.
We don't live in a world that's black and white.
To me, it's the White House and always will be.
It's that I don't like white paper backgrounds. A woman does not live in front of white paper. She lives on the street, in a motor car, in a hotel room.
There is no black-and-white situation. It's all part of life. Highs, lows, middles.
Some stories aren’t black and white…
Celluloid will be the next decade's black and white.
Human nature is not black and white but black and grey.
That white uniform was her 'pass' to get into white places with us - the grocery store, the state fair, the movies. Even though this was the 70s and the segregation laws had changed, the 'rules' had not.
But I lived a lie. I lived it out of anger. This is what I am trying to tell you. I have lived lies. I have done it again and again. I live lies because I cannot endure the weakness of anger and I cannot admit the irrationality of love. Oh the lies I...
Zar mi Friedrich ne može reći jesu li moje fotografije umjetnost? Što je uopće umjetnost? Ostarjela sam, a da me nisu uputili u odrastanje. Nazivaju me umjetnicom, premda o umjetnosti ne znam ništa. Moje su fotografije lov trenutka u koji sam ul...
Also, Willie, I dig telling the truth. Words can be twisted but a photo never lies. Sutton laughs. What’s funny? Photographer says. Nothing. Except—that’s pure horseshit kid. I can’t think of anything that lies more than a photo. In fact ever...
I wonder where he lies. Wedged under a rock, with a thousand small mouths already sucking on his spongy flesh. Or floating still, on and down, on and down, to wider, calmer reaches of the river. I see them gathering: the drowned, the shot. Their hand...
