Gareth Mallory: There's a hearing at ten tomorrow. You're expected to attend. M: Attend in stocks? Who's old-fashioned now? Gareth Mallory: Oh, please! This is a democracy, we're responsible to the people we're supposed to defend! We can't walk in th...
Evey Hammond: Where did you get all this stuff? V: Oh, here and there, mostly from the Ministry of Objectionable Materials. Evey Hammond: You stole them? V: Oh, heavens, no. Stealing implies ownership. You can't steal from the censor; I merely reclai...
Beast: Who are you? What are you doing here? Maurice: I-I-I was lost in the woods, and-and... Beast: You're not welcome here! Maurice: I-I-I'm sorry. Beast: What are you staring at? Maurice: N-nothing. Beast: So, you've come to stare at the BEAST, ha...
I'm comfortable with the unknown -- that's the point of science. There are places out there, billions of places out there, that we know nothing about. And the fact that we know nothing about them excites me, and I want to go out and find out about th...
There's one thing your writing must have to be any good at all. It must have you. Your soul, your self, your heart, your guts, your voice -- you must be on that page. In the end, you can't make the magic happen for your reader. You can only allow the...
Farber says (in my recollection, anyway) the European (or classical) art, including film, is culturally assumed to be a monumental slab. It's about that slab, and how it's been shaped, or what's been carved on it. In "termite art" though, your slab h...
Is death the final step in live? Or is there something after death? Heaven? Hell? Yes, I have done some bad things, I'm a sinner! But, does I pay for my crimes in this live? After death? Am I going to Hell, and there I'll be punished for my sins? By ...
Our zeal works wonders, whenever it supports our inclination toward hatred, cruelty, ambition.
Has there ever been an Inquisitor who didn't die a horrible death?" Simon wondered out loud. " It's like being the drummer in Spinal Tap.
Out of sorrow entire worlds have been built Out of longing great wonders have been willed
Why, he wondered, did he have to peddle his difference for their amusement, and yet at the same time temper it, suppress it, make it suitably benign?
You’re doing it again,” he said. “Doing what?” I asked, wondering if I had done something wrong. “Melting my heart with your smile,” he said.
I watch him go, and wonder if being good isn't its own punishment as much as it's supposed to be its own reward.
Ten minutes later, I chance a second look. They say curiosity killed the cat. I wonder what that cat was looking at, and was it as interesting as this?
Suddenly, a high-pitched sound blasted into the room. The floor began shaking beneath her feet. She paused for a moment, wondering if she was causing this.
I stare across the table at Jeremy, and wonder if I will make it through our first date without trying to kill him.
I wonder if a fish's One and only wish is That other fish will never say, "This fish is sure delicious!
Making love with you is even more wonderful than making music." He drew her closer. "Och, Sarah, you _are_ my music.
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He would love her if she were a wolf that tore out his heart. And he wondered what that said about love.
Let me give you a wonderful Zen practice. Wake up in the morning...look in the mirror, and laugh at yourself.
