"O.K., Marlowe," I said to myself, "you're a tough guy. You've been zapped twice, choked, beaten silly with a gun, shot in the arm... until you're as crazy as a couple of waltzing mice, now let's see you do something really tough, like putting your pants on."LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
I once heard a woman laugh at that most tragic moment in all drama, the off-stage shot in "The Wild Duck," and I afterward had her... killed, so there will be no more of that out of her.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
I have always felt that too much time was given before the birth, which is spent learning things like how to breathe in and out wi...th your husband (I had my baby when they gave you a shot in the hip and you didn't wake up until the kid was ready to start school), and not enough time given to how to mother after the baby is born.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
Politics in a literary work, is like a gun shot in the middle of a concert, something vulgar, and however, something which is impo...ssible to ignore.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
There is only one element that can break the Afrikaner, and that is the Afrikaner himself. It is when the Afrikaner, like a baboon... shot in the stomach, pulls out his own intestines. We must guard against that.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
If I use the media, even with tricks, to publicise a black youth being shot in the back in Teaneck, New Jersey ... then I should b...e praised for it, and it's more of a comment on them than me that it would take tricks to make them cover the loss of life.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
Once, when dust rolled up from the road and the fields were high with heavy-handled wheat and the leaves of every tree were gray a...nd curledup and hung head down, I went in the meadow with an old broom like a gun, where the dandelions had begun to seed and the low ground was cracked, and I flushed grasshoppers from the goldenrod in whirring clouds like quail and shot them down. I smelled wheat in the warm wind and every weed. I tasted dust in my mouth.... I hunted Horse Simon in the shade of a tree. I rode the broom over the brown meadow grass and with a fist like pistol butt and trigger shot the Indian on Horse Simon down.... My horse had a golden tail. Dust rolled up behind. He was on the tractor in a broad-brimmed hat. With a fist like a pistol butt and trigger, going fast, I shot him down.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
I'll come up the steps to the house and the gardener will be clipping away at the hedges and he'll say, "Good evening, Mr. Younger...." And I'll say, "Hello, Jefferson, how are you this evening?" And I'll go inside and Ruth will come downstairs and meet me at the door and we'll kiss each other and she'll take my arm and we'll go up to your room to see you sitting on the floor with the catalogues of all the great schools in America around you.... All the great schools in the world! And--and I'll say, all right son--it's your seventeenth birthday, what is it you've decided?... Just tell me, what it is you want to be--and you'll be it.... Whatever you want to be--Yessir! You just name it, so ... and I hand you the world!LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
You remember that night in the Garden, you came down to my dressing room and said, "Kid, this ain't your night. We're going for th...e price on Wilson." You remember that? "This ain't your night." My night? I could have taken Wilson apart. So what happens? He gets the title shot outdoors in a ball park and what do I get? A one-way ticket to Palookaville.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
Alas, poor women, make us but believe (Being compact of credit) that you love us;... Though others have the arm, show us the sleeve: We in your motion turn, and you may move us.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »