[Sid's trying to use the baby to get attention from girls] Sid: I'm begging you. I need him. Manny: What, a good-looking guy like you? Sid: Aw, you say that, but you don't mean it. Manny: No, seriously, look at you. Aw, those ladies, they don't stand...
Tim: Mum, this is Mary. Mum: Mary! Good Lord, you're pretty. Mary: Oh, no. It's just... I've got a lot of mascara and lipstick on. Mum: Let's have a look. Mary: [presents her face] Mum: Oh, yes. Good. It's very bad for a girl to be too pretty. It sto...
Freedom of the press can never be the licence to say anything one desires. Freedom of the press is not the freedom to slander and attack and must never be used to fight other people’s wars. It does not mean manipulating a story into speaking your v...
Interestingly, the word 'person' did not originally refer to the individual in the way we tend to use it today. Instead, 'person' came, via french, from the Latin word 'persona', which referred to the mask worn by tan actor to protray a particular ch...
Those activities of an earlier day, furthermore, provided opportunities for cooperative action toward a common goal and for a sense of accomplishment that was not readily available to a modern technological society. For the 'city-bred child of today'...
Italians have no sense of the dramatic.
I like to change people's sense of what's possible.
I've been lucky in the sense that I haven't become famous.
Our future is our sense of common destiny.
My secret to staying young... Having no sense of time.
Why should poetry have to make sense?
The sense of national catastrophe is inevitably heightened in a television age, when the whole country participates in it.
Socialism is practical, in the best sense of the term; a living, vital force of inestimable value to society.
Acceptance is the sense of belonging.
I have a terrible sense of direction.
Magicians lose the opportunity to experience a sense of wonder.
My humor had changed from foolishness to making sense.
I had this sense that I was part of, sort of a lineage of artists and writers through history that have had mood disorders.
I will argue that in the literal sense the programmed computer understands what the car and the adding machine understand, namely, exactly nothing.
We have learned the lines of good taste through history and our sense of guilt, be it post-colonial or post-Holocaust.
Love is the poetry of the senses.
