I've never seen one Star Trek in my whole life.
He tried to name which of the deadly seven might apply, and when he failed he decided to append an eighth, regret.
Ask her what she craved, and she'd get a little frantic about things like books, the woods, music. Plants and the seasons. Also freedom.
We are not strong enough to stand up against endless grief, And yet pain is the constant drone of life. So if we are to have any happiness at all, it is only in the passing instant.
Claim your space. Draw a circle of light around it. Push back against the dark. Don't just survive. Celebrate.
She always carried a book, though, in case she needed to read a few pages to avoid unwanted conversation.
No looking back. Life goes one way only, and whatever opinions you hold about the past having nothing to do with anything but your own damn weakness. Nothing changes what already happened. It will always have happened. You either let it break you down or you don't.
Herzog and Malick both have this very unique naturalist intentionality to their process. It's about creating the mood, creating the focus and having discipline, but not prescribing what the performance was supposed to be. Neither of them are really directing their actors into a performance.
He cannot "tempt" to virtue as we do to vice. He wants them to learn to walk and must therefore take away His hand; and if only the will to walk is really there He is pleased even with their stumbles.
In a public dialogue with Salman in London he [Edward Said] had once described the Palestinian plight as one where his people, expelled and dispossessed by Jewish victors, were in the unique historical position of being 'the victims of the victims': there was something quasi-Christian, I thought, in the apparent humility of that statement.
I have eight times online since January [2016] in which Hillary Clinton has had massive coughing fits in which she couldn't complete her speech. I've seen her lifted onto airplanes. And I don't know what's wrong with her.