Michael McDonald
- What a Food Believes
He came from somewhere back in her long-ago. The sentimental food don't see. He's trying hard to recreate what had yet to be created once in her life. She musters a smile for his nostalgic tale. Never coming near to what he wanted to say, only to realize, it never really was. She had a place in his life. He never made her think twice. As she rises to her apology, anybody else would surely know he's watching her go. But what a fool believes, he sees.
Jack Nicholson
- As Good As It Gets
Where do they teach you to talk like that, in some Panama City, sailor "wanna hump-hump" bar? Or is it getaway day and your last shot at his whiskey? Sell crazy someplace else. We're all stocked up here...
Charles Dickens
- Fred Scrooge - Christmas Speech
There are many things from which I might have derived good by which I have not profited, Christmas among the rest. But I have always thought of Christmastime, when it has come round-as a good time; a kind, forgiving, charitable, pleasant time; the only time I know of, in the long calendar of the year, when men and women seem at once to open their shut-up hearts freely. So, though it has never put a scrap of gold or silver in my pocket, I believe it has done me good. And I say, God Bless It!
Anne Rice
- Epitaph for Nicki
I had a dream about you," I said aloud, glancing at the package. "I dreamed that we were moving through the world together, you and I, and we were both serene and strong. I dreamed we fed on the evildoer as Marius had done, and as we looked about ourselves we felt awe and sorrow at the mysteries we beheld. But we were strong. And we talked. 'Our Conversation' went on and on.
