Sitemap - 2014 - 34MAG
I woke up this morning thinking about Afghanistan.
We now have two wars: the one on screen and the one between Broc and Majah.
He hadn’t always loved his sister.
I just told ‘em I was taking my little gringo friend to offer up as a sacrifice to the beach gods.
This is no longer Ultra Violet, the imposing and mysterious Andy Warhol Superstar.
Why do you feel the need to grill me about some dinner I had with people from work?
Attention, Monsieur! I am in Paris.
Saying you like Kubrick is like saying you like the Beatles: who doesn’t?
I see a man chasing a dream that awakens his soul.
If we can’t be ourselves out here we can’t be ourselves anywhere.
My son, my destiny. I have an important story to tell you. It is about your birth.
Those were my dreams, not yours.
There’s no way to tell what one could have been.
I am a gamer girl, that’s my escape.
I watched laughter play you like a guitar.
Can you play Love Shack by The B-52s?
When we meet each other, as I know we will during the intermission, how shall I sum it up?
I’ve been trying to reach my mother for over two hours and I keep getting a busy signal.
You should do what you want to do, what you think is the right thing to do.
You should hear the guys at the snooker club. What’s that boy of yours doing nowadays? Still messing about with those worms?
After three days of not eating, the first thing I buy is a Coca-Cola.
Edwin could go anywhere he wanted in the city. It was just a matter of changing the sign in the front window.
That million-dollar smile (it would, of course, be in dollars, or euros, and never anything but).
Tripping over my heels, as many takes as it takes on this scene—