The magic is only in what books say, how they stitched the patches of the universe together into one garment for us.
Bleh, you people make me sick! You sound like lines from a self-help book!
Okay, I’m going to show you something that’s going to totally change your life, completely, forever. Okay?
If I had known I was gonna meet the president, I would’ve worn a tie. I mean, look at me. I look like a schlemihl.
“That was his downfall,” finished Norris, completely innocent of the by-play. “So he tied himself up for life.”
Have you ever tried to get to your feet with a sprained dignity?
People think it’s a very simple and easy process but it’s a bit more complicated than that. As you can see, a very delicate combination of complex ingredients is the key. First, we put in some random thoughts. And then, we add a little bit of reminiscences of the day… mixed with some memories from the past.
He could not remember anything about his death.
We can remember it for you wholesale.
She’d first seen Covent Garden after a heavy snow, walking with her hand in Win’s, and she remembers the secret silence of London then, the amazing hush of it, slush crunching beneath her feet and the sound made by trapezoidal sections of melting snow falling from wires overhead. Win had told her that she was seeing London as it had looked long ago, the cars mostly put away and the modern bits shrouded in white, allowing the outlines of something older to emerge. And what she had seen, that childhood day, was that it was not a place that consisted of buildings, side by side, as she thought of cities in America, but a literal and continuous maze, a single living structure (because still it grew) of brick and stone.
You see a well groomed garden. In the middle, on a small hill, you see a gazebo.
Ladies and gentlemen, please do not panic! But SCREAM! Scream for your lives!
Exactly! What a perfect time to open a new horror movie. Think of it, my friend. Millions of people looking over their shoulder, waiting for God’s other shoe to drop, never knowing if each kiss, each sunset, each malted milk ball might be their last.
Pathetic earthlings! Who can save you now?
Look! Up in the sky! It’s a bird! It’s a plane! It’s Superman!
It probably came from a sticky, dark planet far, far away. Now go to sleep.
Have you ever had a dream, Neo, that you were so sure was real? What if you were unable to wake from that dream? How would you know the difference between the dream world and the real world?
You mustn’t be afraid to dream a little bigger, darling.
We can make him better than he was before. Better…stronger…faster…
…faster than a speeding bullet, more powerful than a locomotive, able to leap tall buildings in a single bound…