Hank: It ain't gonna be a bit different than it was in Redding, P.A. And we're going over just as big. Queenie: Oh, Hank. Do ...you think so? Hank: Why it's cream in the can, baby!LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
Captain Hank Quinlan: C'mon, read my future for me. Tanya: You haven't got any.... Captain Hank Quinlan: Hmmm. Whadya mean? Tanya: Your future is all used up.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
Whatever else it may be--stimulus, tranquilizer, aural nipple, too of executives, Muzak is basically trivializing. It is not simpl...y that it relegates music to the province of wallpaper. Background music never need be banal. When it is used in support of drama, it can greatly enhance without harming itself. Mozart was entirely amenable to such films as Elvira Madigan and The French Lieutenant's Woman; Ralph Vaughan Williams wrote aptly for The Invaders, Arnold Bax for Oliver Twist, Sergei Prokofiev for Lieutenant Kije and Alexander Nevsky, Dmitri Shostakovich for others. In such uses, music collaborates with artists, it becomes an art among arts. But Muzak collaborates chiefly with management: it is used as an aural smoke-screen, a form of jamming, a hormone in the henhouse, an emollient in cemeteries.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
A fool there was and he made his prayer (Even as you and I!)... To a rag and a bone and a hank of hair, (We called her the woman who did not care), But the fool he called her his lady fair-- (Even as you and I!)LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
The lanky hank of a she in the inn over there Nearly killed me for asking the loan of a glass of beer;... May the devil grip the whey-faced slut by the hair And beat bad manners out of her skin for a year.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
Neither the feeling nor the style of Miss Dickinson belongs to the seventeenth century; yet between her and Donne there are remark...able ties. Their religious ideas, their abstractions, are momently toppling from the rational plane to the level of perception. The ideas, in fact, are no longer the impersonal religious symbols created anew in the heat of emotion, that we find in poets like Herbert and Vaughan. They have become, for Donne, the terms of personality; they are mingled with the miscellany of sensation. In Miss Dickinson, as in Donne, we may detect a singularly morbid concern, not for religious truth, but for personal revelation.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
I've always reckoned that looking at the new moon over your left shoulder is one of the carelessest and foolishest things a body c...an do. Old Hank Bunker done it once, and bragged about it; and in less than two years he got drunk and fell off of the shot tower and spread himself out so that he was just a kind of layer, as you may say; and they slid him edgeways between two barn doors for a coffin, and buried him so, so they say, but I didn't see it. Pap told me. But anyway, it all come of looking at the moon that way, like a fool.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
Plantin' and readin', plantin' and readin'. Fill a man full of lead, stick 'em in the ground, and then read words on 'em. Why when... ya killed a man, why try to read the Lord in as a partner on the job.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »