He who would pass his declining years with honor and comfort, should, when young, consider that he may one day become old, and remember when he is old, that he has once been young.
As an actor I worked for seven years with a community theater company based in London. We used improvisation techniques to take stories to young people who wouldn't normally have access to them - in prisons, hospitals, young offender's units, youth c...
[Maid knocks on a door] Young Witch Maid: Housekeeping! [the door opens, something roars from inside the room, and the door slams shut] Young Witch Maid: I'll come back later.
David Gale: There once was a lesbian from Cancun/ who took a young man up to her room/ where they argued all night/ as to who had the right/ to do what and how much and to whom.
Timon: This looks like a good spot to rustle up some grub. Young Simba: What's that? Timon: A grub. What's it look like? [Timon eats the grub] Young Simba: Ewwwww, gross. Timon: Tastes like chicken.
[Max interrupts Noodles passionately kissing Deborah] Young Noodles: Were you in there? Young Max: You're one lousy kisser. I seen you go in there after that ball-buster.
Porter: Would you like me to unpack for you, ma'am? P.L. Travers: Young man, if it is your ambition to handle ladies' garments, may I suggest you take employment in a launderette?
Sheila Broflovski: Nooo! [shoots Terrence and Phillip with a gun] Kyle: Holy shit, dude! Sheila Broflovski: Young man, you watch your mouth. [blood oozes out of Phillip's body]
For being a young guy, I'm articulate and can hold a decent conversation with somebody. But I've been able to do that since I was young. I don't think that has to do too much with schooling, it has more to do with the people I was raised around, my p...
Most of the people who get sent to die in wars are young men who've got a lot of energy and would probably rather, in a better world, be putting that energy into copulation rather than going over there and blowing some other young man's guts out.
You could not receive a young man in your room; you might be permitted to have him to tea in one of the public reception rooms, but you could accept no invitation from young men to tea or other entertainment without a chaperone from the College.
Sometimes I do feel hopeless when I look out and scream out through my music, and I scream out through these interviews, and I scream out to people to kind of get their attention back on the things that are meaningful. There's people dying on the str...
Captain Poison: Young man, young man, listen to me. The gov'mint wants you to vote. They say "the future is in your hands." We now the future. So we take your hands! No more hands, no more voting!
[When meeting young Sandra Templeton for the first time] Young Ed Bloom: You don't know me but my name is Edward Bloom and I love you.
S. S. Strickland: Is that liquor I smell Tannen? Young Biff: Ahhh, I wouldn't know. I don't know what liquor smells like, cuz I'm too young to drink it.
Young Doc: No wonder this circuit failed. It says "Made in Japan". Marty McFly: What do you mean, Doc? All the best stuff is made in Japan. Young Doc: Unbelievable.
A children's author on a soapbox is not a pleasant sight but I have become drawn into issues, slightly unwillingly, relating to young people, literacy and youth justice: just look at the number of young people we have locked up in prison, and the use...
During the session of the Supreme Court, in the village of -, about three weeks ago, when a number of people were collected in the principal street of the village, I observed a young man riding up and down the street, as I supposed, in a violent pass...
...at Newsweek only girls with college degrees--and we were called "girls" then--were hired to sort and deliver the mail, humbly pushing our carts from door to door in our ladylike frocks and proper high-heeled shoes. If we could manage that, we grad...
She was a Victorian girl; a girl of the days when men were hard and top-hatted and masculine and ruthless and girls were gentle and meek and did a great deal of sewing and looked after the poor and laid their tender napes beneath a husband’s booted...
Margaux looks around the table; this is not working. All of a sudden she's thinking about a safe room, something she's only heard of but suddenly wants: water, oxygen, bulletproof door, dead bolts, a thousand books. Utterly quiet. Completely silent. ...
