Jake: I might come and see you lads in the week. I might fetch you up a rabbit. Withnail: We don't want a rabbit, we want a pheasant. Jake: Listen, you young prat. I ain't got no pheasants, ain't got no birds. No more than you have. Withnail: Course ...
Withnail: Monty used to act. Monty: Well, I'd hardly say that. It's true, I crept the boards in my youth. But I never really had it in my blood, and that's what's so essential, isn't it, theatrical zeal in the veins. Alas I have little more than vint...
Raven Darkholme: [In mutant form] Would you date me? Professor Charles Xavier: [Looking down and concentrating on writing] Of course I would. Any young man would be lucky to have you. You are stunning. Raven Darkholme: Looking like this? Professor Ch...
Dr. Frederick Frankenstein: Love is the only thing that can save this poor creature, and I am going to convince him that he is loved even at the cost of my own life. No matter what you hear in there, no matter how cruelly I beg you, no matter how ter...
Guido: Could you walk out on everything and start all over again? Could you choose one single thing, and be faithful to it? Could you make it the one thing that gives your life meaning... just because you believe in it? Could you do that?" Claudia: I...
Louis Connelly: [listening to the music on the roof with Lyla] Can you hear that? Lyla Novacek: What is that? Louis Connelly: It's a wish Lyla Novacek: Now what does that sound like? Louis Connelly: [singing] well it's a marvelous night for a moondan...
Dr. Lester: Ah to be a young man again, eh, Schwartz? "laughs" maybe then Floris would care for me. Craig Schwartz: But the elderly have so much to offer, sir. they're our link with history. Dr. Lester: I don't want to be your goddamn link, damn you....
William Wallace: [after being outthrown] That's a good throw. Hamish: Aye. Aye, it was. William Wallace: I was wondering if you could do that when it matters. [Hamish stares at him] William Wallace: As it - as it matters in battle. [Hamish continues ...
We're young. We’re supposed to drink too much. We're supposed to have bad attitudes and shag each other's brains out. We were designed to party. We owe it to ourselves to party hard. We owe it to each other. This is it. This is our time. So a few o...
I shall be as willing as the next man to fall down in worship before the System, if only I can manage to set eyes on it. Hitherto I have had no success; and though I have young legs, I am almost weary from running back and forth... Once or twice I ha...
I’ve always like Medieval literature. As a young girl I read mythologies and Norse legends, that sort of thing. I loved . While I was studying at Middle Tennessee State University for doctoral program I came in contact with more ancient literature....
Sweet Evelyn, I think, I should have loved you better. Possessing perfect knowledge I hover above him as he hacks me to bits. I see his rough childhood. I see his mother doing something horrid to him with a broomstick. I see the hate in his heart and...
What, you didn’t pack your lunch?” Ty asked sarcastically as he shifted around in the seat and wedged himself against the door. He kicked a foot up and propped it on the console between the two front seats. “Sure, in my SpongeBob SquarePants lu...
I was still a newlywed and certainly wasn't to the point where I felt comfortable yelling, "I'm going to shit my pants any second!" But the sweating had started, which was followed by the tears. "I'm not feeling well, and need to get home," I told hi...
He was quite a Casanova, no doubt about it. He was in a very good mood today and stopped longer than usual. The girls could see he was gloriously drunk. ’Well, Ragna, why do you think I come here so often?’ asked Rolandsen. ’I’ve no idea,’ ...
I do not want to date you." He groaned. "Liv. You've got to be kidding me. I picked up my whole life, drove halfway across the country, and you've changed your mind? It's only been fifteen days since you told me you still love me!" "Shut up, will you...
I told her about the best and the worst. The slow and sleepy places where weekdays rolled past like weekends and Mondays didn’t matter. Battered shacks perched on cliffs overlooking the endless, rumpled sea. Afternoons spent waiting on the docks, s...
Fifth grade was fourth grade with something wrong. Nothing changed outright. Instead it teetered. You'd pushed futility at Public School 38 so long by then you expected the building itself would be embarrassed and quit. The ones who couldn't read sti...
[M]y mother read a horror novel every night. She had read every one in the library. When birthdays and Christmas would come, I would consider buying her a new one, the latest Dean R. Koontz or Stephen King or whatever, but I couldn't. I didn't want t...
So while I drove my little and planned his fantasy night of how I was going to give Otter the key to my soul (his words, not mine), I silently panicked and wrote lines of bad poetry. Normally, I am quite adept at writing poems and lyrics to songs I'l...
For Oscar, high school was the equivalent of a medieval spectacle, like being put in the stocks and forced to endure the peltings and outrages of a mob of deranged half-wits, an experience from which he supposed he should have emerged a better person...
