James Hunt: I have a theory why women like racing drivers... It's not because they respect what we do, driving round and round in circles. Mostly they think that's pathetic and they're probably right. It's our closeness to death. You see the closer y...
Chas: Looks like you and Dad are back together again, huh. Richie: He's your dad too, Chas. Chas: No, he's not. Richie: Yes, he is. Chas: You really hate me, don't you? Richie: No. I don't. I love you. Chas: Well, I don't know what you think you're g...
Martin: [speaking to Debbie for the first time in five years] Debbie, Debbie, Debbie, don't you remember? I'm Martin, I'm Martin, your brother, remember? Debbie, remember back. Martin: [pause] Do you remember how I used to let you ride my horse? And ...
[first lines] Narrator: The film which you are about to see is an account of the tragedy which befell a group of five youths, in particular Sally Hardesty and her invalid brother, Franklin. It is all the more tragic in that they were young. But, had ...
Roger Rabbit: [Crying] No wonder you hate me. If a toon killed my brother, I'd hate me too. Eddie Valiant: Come on, don't cry. I don't hate you. Roger Rabbit: Yes, you do. Eddie Valiant: No, I don't. Roger Rabbit: You do hate me. Otherwise, you would...
Katharine Hepburn: I've been famous - for better or worse - for a long time now... I wonder if you know what that really means. Howard Hughes: I got my fair share of press on Hell's Angels. I'm used to it. Katharine Hepburn: Are you? Katharine Hepbur...
[Marty sees the outside of the Hill Valley High School in 1955] Marty McFly: Whoa. They really cleaned this place up. Looks brand-new. [Marty and Doc walk toward the building] Dr. Emmett Brown: Now, remember. According to my theory, you interfered wi...
[Ennis is describing a childhood memory to Jack] Ennis Del Mar: I tell ya there... there were these two old guys ranched up together, down home. Earl and Rich. And they was the joke of town, even though they were pretty tough ol' birds. Anyway they.....
If this is vise I want no virtue. ... I know what happiness is possible to me on earth. And my happiness needs no higher aim to vindicate it. My happiness is not the means to any end. It is the end. It is its own goal. It is its own purpose. Neither ...
Not called!' did you say? 'Not heard the call,' I think you should say. Put your ear down to the Bible, and hear Him bid you go and pull sinners out of the fire of sin. Put your ear down to the burdened, agonized heart of humanity, and listen to its ...
In the middle of a novel, a kind of magical thinking takes over. To clarify, the middle of the novel may not happen in the actual geographical centre of the novel. By middle of the novel I mean whatever page you are on when you stop being part of you...
"Do you know that nothing you do in this life will ever matter, unless it is about loving God and loving the people he has made?
I am...sad and angry. Why is my spirit so sad and angry? I look back at my life and all I can remember is rage and rage and rage.
Blake took a small roll from the tray on the table, then put it back in favor of a larger one. And maybe a little butter. It certainly couldn't hurt. And jam...no, he drew the line at jam. She was a spy, after all.
She kept her head high, even as her eyes stung, even as panic filled her vision with warnings and precautions. It was not her fault he had liked her. It was not her fault she was cyborg. She would not apologize.
Squinting she jutted a finger at the doctor. "You did use your mind control on me. When we met. You...brainwashed me just like the queen. You made me trust you" "Be fair. You were attacking me with a wrench.
He had always tried to treat Havaa as a child and she always went along with it, as though childhood and innocence were fantastical creatures that had died long ago, resurrected only in games of make believe.
There were these things and the flames ate these things, and since fire doesn't distinguish between the word of God and the word of the Soviet Communications Registry Bureau, both Qur'an and telephone directory returned to His mouth in the same inhal...
Maybe there isn’t such a thing as fate. Maybe it’s just the opportunities we’re given, and what we do with them. I’m beginning to think that maybe great, epic romances don’t just happen. We have to make them ourselves.
Ultimately a regulation is a signal of design failure...it is what we call a license to harm: a permit issued by a government to an industry so that it may dispense sickness, destruction, and death at an "acceptable" rate.
We cannot be too careful about the words we use; we start out using them and they end up using us.
