I can't believe that OMON [Russia's riot police] would hit a girl. I simply can't imagine it.
He was in my nose, my mouth, on my skin, inside my cells, deep in the marrow of my bones. Just then, he was everything to me.
Please, I'd love to meet the guy you couldn't handle, and give him and award.
You again,” she said, and she did not sound happy. “I know,” the warrior replied with a heartfelt sigh. “You’re so lucky to see me twice in one day. You’re honored by my presence, yada, yada, heard it all before. Let’s just move on, shall we. I don’t handle fawning very well.
I'm not mad, though," Kat said. "You lied to me, and I lied to you. We're even. " Finally he lost the grin. "When did you lie?" She gave him a Sweet'N Low smile, as if his amusement had been poured into her. "Every time we messed around. I didn't actually enjoy myself, if you know what I mean.
Words without action mean nothing. I’ll show you.
Is it sad that my first thought happened to be: Thank God I'm off the treadmill.
The difference between weakness and wickedness is much less than people suppose; and the consequences are nearly always the same.
When I'm writing a script, before I can write dialogue or anything, I have two or three hundred pages of notes, which takes me a year. So, it's not like "what happens next. " I've got things that I'm thinking about but I don't settle on them. And if I try to write dialogue before then, I can't. It's just garbage.
The past lies beneath the surface, intransigent truth. Remembered or not, what we say and do remains, always.
Compassion is subtler than Vitamin C, but both are real needs.