|Manuel: I tell her! You got to see girl...in|
bedroom. You crazy about this girl. OK?
OK. So you go up to look at her...Mrs.
Fawlty...(shrug) She go crazy.
Basil imitates the shrug, then advances on
Manuel, picks him up, turns him upside
down and shakes him furiously.
Basil : I am punishing you for being alive.
And as long as you go on being alive, I
shall go on...(then he notices Mrs. Abbott,
returning from the bathroom, who is
standing watching him; he drops Manuel
and pretends to lecture him) Now that's
how an Englishman would do it, you see.
[John Cleese and Connie Booth,The Complete Fawlty Towers,1977,locate]
| His father had said words that took out his white|
blood and put Indian blood in its place. His white
thoughts and meanness had been wiped away and the
brave thoughts of the Indian put in their stead.
Ever since, he had been True Son, the blood of
Cuyloga and flesh of his flesh.
[Conrad Richter,The Light in the Forest,1953,locate]
| There was a big number over the door of the|
building. The number was five. Before
the Americans could go inside, their only
English-speaking guard told them to memorize
their simple address, in case they got lost
in the big city. Their address was this:
"Schlachthof-fünf". Schlachthof meant
slaughterhouse. Fünf was good old five.
[Kurt Vonnegut Jr.,Slaughterhouse-Five,1969,locate]
| The invasion of the United States by the|
expeditionary force of the duchy of Grand
Fenwick was under way nearly two hours
before anyone in an official position, or
indeed any position at all, realized that
such a thing was taking place.
[Leonard Wibberley,The Mouse that Roared,1954,locate]
| Just then he saw the goblin rising in his stirrups,|
and in the very act of hurling his head at him.
Ichabod endeavored to dodge the horrible missile,
but too late. It encountered his cranium with a
tremendous crash, --he was tumbled headlong into
the dust, and Gunpowder, the black steed, and the
goblin rider, passed by like a whirlwind.
[Washington Irving,The Legend of Sleepy Hollow,1819-20,locate]
| But Arthur, 'We sit King, to help the wronged|
Through all our realm. The woman loves her lord.
Peace to thee, woman, with thy loves and hates!
The kings of old had doomed thee to the flames,
Aurelius Emrys would have scourged thee dead,
And Uther slit thy tongue: but get thee hence--
Lest that rough humour of the kings of old
Return upon me! Thou that art her kin,
Go likewise; lay him low and slay him not,
But bring him here, that I may judge the right,
According to the justice of the King:
Then, be he guilty, by that deathless King
Who lived and died for men, the man shall die.'
[Lord Alfred Tennyson,Idylls of the King,1859-85,locate]
| "Spidermonkey Island," he read out slowly. Then|
he whistled softly beneath his breath. "Of all
the extraordinary things! You've hit upon the
very island where Long Arrow was last seen on
earth-- I wonder--Well, well! How very singular!"
"We'll go there, Doctor, won't we?" I asked.
"Of course we will. The rules of the game say
we've got to."
[Hugh_Lofting,The Voyages of Doctor Dolittle,1923,locate]
| The learned gentleman took the glass out of his|
eye and said--'I beg your pardon,' in a very
soft, quiet pleasant voice--the voice of a
gentleman who has been to Oxford.
[Edith Nesbit,The Story of the Amulet,1906,locate]
| 'We've done our best to put it around as a|
surprise tactical exercise. Bit thin, but it
makes for something to say. Had to say something.
Trouble is, for all we know it may be some little
trick of our own gone wrong. So much damned
secrecy nowadays that nobody knows anything.
Don't know what the other chap has; don't even
know what you may have to use yourself.
[John Wyndham,The Midwich Cuckoos,1957,locate]
| See how she leans her cheek upon her hand!|
O that I were a glove upon that hand,
That I might touch that cheek!
[William Shakespeare,The Tragedy of Romeo and Juliet,1594-96,locate]
| When we get the final numbers,|
they will be more than we can bear.
[Mayor Rudy Giuliani,press conference,Sept 11th 2001]
| This epitaph appears on the grave of Madge|
MacConnal, 1903-16, in the Pine Lake
Anglican Church Cemetary east of Red Deer.
But O for the touch of a vanished hand
And the sound of a voice that is still.
[Nancy Millar,Remember Me as You Pass By,1994,locate]
| She never made eight years, she died by|
accident. She died with a grin on her
beautiful face. She died saying, 'I bet
Mister God lets me get into heaven for
this', and I bet he did too.
[Fynn,Mister God, This is Anna,1974,locate]
| It was the best of times, it was the worst of |
times, it was the age of wisdom, it was the
age of foolishness, it was the epoch of belief,
it was the epoch of incredulity, it was the
season of Light, it was the season of Darkness,
it was the spring of hope, it was the winter of
despair, we had everything before us, we had
nothing before us, we were all going direct to
Heaven, we were all going direct the other way
[Charles Dickens,A Tale Of Two Cities,1859,locate]
| Twelve voices were shouting in anger, and|
they were all alike. No question, now, what
had happened to the faces of the pigs. The
creatures outside looked from pig to man,
and from man to pig, and from pig to man
again; but already it was impossible to say
which was which.
[George Orwell,Animal Farm,1945,locate]
| Instinctively, Hermie put his hand to her|
cheek and pressed her closer to him, his
other arm slipping about the small of her
back, where he could feel the soft crying
and hold the gently racking figure.
[Herman Raucher,Summer of '42,1971,locate]
| Needless to say, many other people observed|
the stranger's entry to Tullivers. Thrush
Green, to the unitiated, might have seemed
remarkably quiet that morning. The school-
children apart, not more than two or three
people were to be seen. There were, of
course, almost a dozen unseen - hidden
behind curtains, screened by garden shrubs,
or cocking a curious eye from such vantage
points as porches and wood sheds.
[Miss Read,News from Thrush Green,1971,locate]
| "Did you tell your wife you saw a unicorn?"|
asked the police. "Of course not," said the
husband. "The unicorn is a mythical beast."
"That's all I wanted to know," said the
psychiatrist. "Take her away. I'm sorry,
sir, but your wife is as crazy as a jay
bird." So they took her away, cursing and
screaming, and shut her up in an institution.
The husband lived happily ever after.
[James Thurber,Fables for Our Time: A Unicorn in the Garden,1940,locate]
| Mr. Watson [Senior]... said 'There aren't any|
categories of problems here. There's just one
problem. Some of us aren't paying enough
attention to our customers.'
[Thomas J. Peters and Robert H. Waterman Jr.,In Search of Excellence: Lessons From America's Best Run Companies,1982,locate]
| As a missionary priest making his first|
pilgrimage to the Vatican, as a paramount
chief of equatorial Africa mounting the
Eiffel Tower, Dennis Barlow, poet and pet's
mortician, drove through the Golden Gates.
[Evelyn Waugh,The Loved One,1948,locate]
|GRANDMA: (To DADDY) When she was no|
more than eight years old she used to climb up on
my lap and say, in a sickening little voice, "When
I gwo up, I'm going to mahwy a wich old man;
I'm going to set my wittle were end right down
in a tub o' butter, that's what I'm going to do."
And I warned you, Daddy; I told you to stay
away from her type. I told you to. I did.
[Edward Albee,The American Dream,1960,locate]
| "I am here, Petrie--and I bear credentials from|
the very highest sources--because, quite by
accident, I came upon a clew. Following it up,
in the ordinary course of routine, I obtained
evidence of the existence and malignant activity
of a certain man. At the present stage of the
case I should not be justified in terming him
the emissary of an Eastern Power, but I may say
that representations are shortly to be made to
that Power's ambassador in London."
[Sax Rohmer,The Insidious Dr. Fu Manchu,1913,locate]
| The people in the stories never survived by|
strength, only by cleverness. A human being
was a small, fragile animal with skin that
could be punctured and bones that broke. The
only way to stay alive was to think clearly.
[Thomas Perry,Vanishing Act,1995,locate]
| Elizabeth kissed him, a little absently, on the tip|
of the nose. 'You've still got a lot to learn about
me, my precious. Didn't you know that my first books
were works of popular criminology? I'm generally
supposed to understand something about the subject.'
[Edmund Crispin,Swan Song,1947,locate]
| Miss Curley sat in her corner, placid and|
apparently lost in thought. Those who knew
her were used to Curley 'staring through
them' and her habit was a time-honoured joke
in the office. She found it very useful. Her
faded blue eyes were difficult to see behind
the gold-rimmed spectacles, and it was,
therefore, never easy to be sure whether
they were focussed upon one or not.
[Margery Allingham,Flowers for the Judge,1936,locate]
| "Get him? Huh! I'll get him, watch my smoke!"|
It was young ambition speaking in a certain set
of rooms in Washington. Three days later young
ambition lay in a New York gutter with a bullet
in his heart and a look of such horror and
surprise on his dead face that even the
ambulance-doctor who found him felt shaken.
[Mary Roberts Rinehart,the Bat,1926,locate]
| The sun wandered up higher into the sky,|
and after a time there came a sound of
hammering from the yard of old Aldones,
the coffin-maker. The cyclamen had come
awake, and the breezes carried their
fragrance to us from across the fields.
[Roger Zelazny,This Immortal,1965,locate]
| Gillespie swiveled to face Tibbs, an amused|
smile dawning on his face. "Don't tell me
you bought that kid's story. I thought you
were supposed to be the hotshot cop, the
deadly manhunter, the Sherlock of the
Pacific. If you're a cop I'm an anteater."
[John Ball,In the Heat of the Night,1965,locate]
| Race said grimly: "She hasn't disappeared.|
She's here--under the bed...."
[Agatha Christie,Death on the Nile,1937,locate]
| 'I will not bias your mind by suggesting|
theories or suspicions, Watson.' said he;
'I wish you simply to report facts in the
fullest possible manner to me, and you
can leave me to do the theorizing.'
[Sir Arthur Conan Doyle,The Hound of the Baskervilles,1901,locate]