John Doe: [about Tracy to Mills] She begged for her life... William Somerset: Shut up! John Doe: She begged for her life and... William Somerset: Shut up! John Doe: She begged for her life, and the life of the baby inside her. William Somerset: [back...
I'm not a breakfast eater.
Nobody actually played tennis in my family.
My Dad is my hero.
A garden must combine the poetic and he mysterious with a feeling of serenity and joy.
Memories are doing funny things to us.
Tears are the silent language of grief.
Dan Evans: [handing him Alice's brooch] William, I want you to give this back to your mother. I want you to tell her that it helped me find what was right. William Evans: Pa... I can't. I can't just leave you. Dan Evans: I'm gonna be a day behind you...
Evelyn Williams: Thousands of roses and lots of chocolate truffles. Godiva, and oysters in the half-shell. Patrick Bateman: [Bateman narrating] I'm trying to listen to the new Robert Palmer tape, but Evelyn, my supposed fiancée, keeps buzzing in my ...
To be a friend means that they are always there, for the good or the bad.
The future of the world, dependent as it is upon atomic energy, requires more understanding and knowledge about the atom.
We've discovered that the less we do, the more money we make.
From the end spring new beginnings.
We have this morning dropped anchor, just off Williamstown.
Exercise? A Jew doesn't exercise.
Women have a special corner of their hearts for sins they have never committed.
William tell, William tell, Take your arrow, grip it well, There’s the apple– – aim for the middle– – Oh well … you just missed by a little.
Life and art are nothing but associations of ideas and sorrows that nourish our illusory quest for the Holy Grail of human existence. It’s a mystery!
When I was young, I knew William Burroughs really well. And William's secret desire, which he never quite did, was to write a straightforward detective novel.
Rev. Hosea Williams: [while making their first attempt at crossing the bridge, Reverend Williams looks towards the water and then at John L. Lewis and asks] Can you swim?
Marvin (Older Marshall): You William Blake? William Blake: Yes, I am. Do you know my poetry?
