Boulevard Quotes

Authors: A B C D E F G H I J K L M N O P Q R S T U V W X Y Z
Categories: A B C D E F G H I J K L M N O P Q R S T U V W X Y Z
the-cold-mean-sunset-boulevard-beautiful-title-though-i-suspect-it-was-shot-on-another-boulevard-is-further-proof-resurgence-art-in-hollywood-super-craftsmen-with-insuperable-tas
wilshire-boulevard-it-has-no-smell-to-it
sometimes-when-you-get-old-you-get-star-on-hollywood-boulevard
boulevard-broken-dreams-green-day
take-your-ass-to-corner-know-your-role-boulevard-jabroni-drive-dwayne-johnson
i-drove-bus-down-sunset-boulevard-once-i-didnt-kill-anyone-sanjaya-malakar
when-i-got-to-hollywood-there-wasnt-even-boulevard-im-that-old-it-was-just-little-dirt-trail-im-kidding
the-average-american-can-get-into-kingdom-heaven-much-more-easily-than-he-can-get-into-boulevard-st-germain-w-somerset-maugham
i-can-see-ladies-talking-how-times-are-getting-hard-and-that-fearsome-excavation-on-magnolia-boulevard-the-push-stars
with-my-name-in-cement-i-feel-actualised-on-cementing-his-hand-prints-on-sunset-boulevard-nicolas-cage
if-i-hadnt-gone-into-acting-i-would-have-been-one-those-weird-runaways-on-hollywood-boulevard-no-itd-be-uglier-id-probably-be-dead-christina-ricci
the-first-time-i-saw-sunset-boulevard-i-was-probably-eight-nine-years-old-it-really-struck-me-how-its-simply-put-elegant-yet-theres-much-going-on-jennifer-lynch
all-roads-that-lead-to-success-have-to-pass-through-hard-work-boulevard-at-some-point-eric-thomas
with-video-for-boulevard-broken-dreams-we-were-going-for-something-bit-like-ladykillers-you-know-pretty-demented-at-same-timelike-me-billie-joe-armstrong
atlantis-will-rise-sunset-boulevard-will-fall-where-beach-use-to-be-wont-be-nothin-at-all-thats-way-it-appears-mama-cass-elliot
every-friday-i-used-to-have-about-fifty-sixty-kids-who-would-wait-for-me-on-sunset-boulevard-id-take-them-all-to-dinner-all-runaways-al-lewis
sunset-boulevard-opened-in-august-1950-it-was-pronounced-best-movie-ever-made-about-hollywood-gloria-swanson
i-remember-having-to-take-detours-around-hollywood-sign-to-avoid-having-to-see-this-grotesque-poster-myself-on-sunset-boulevard
if-god-doesnt-destroy-hollywood-boulevard-he-owes-sodom-and-gomorrah-an-apology
i-really-wasnt-happy-to-see-him-even-try-to-go-up-dunk-it-if-he-had-missed-that-he-could-have-kept-on-running-up-tunnel-out-onto-cullen-boulevard-because-i-would-have-been-chasin
sunset-boulevard-by-billy-wilder-its-one-my-favorite-films-i-love-all-movies-from-1950s
and-when-mcs-come-in-my-face-im-like-mace-because-i-back-them-off-with-quills-cause-i-tell-you-nigger-cause-ill-keep-you-under-prills-restin-on-nine-beastie-boys
im-particularly-fond-mulholland-fountain-at-riverside-drive-los-feliz-boulevard-when-it-turns-colors-at-night
as-always-on-this-boulevard-faces-were-young-coming-annually-in-endless-migration-from-every-country-every-continent-to-alight-here-once-in-long-journey-their-lives
life-in-pompano-is-nice-while-i-would-like-to-see-businesses-necessary-to-sustain-our-lifestyle-i-would-hate-to-see-atlantic-boulevard-turn-into-concrete-canyon-ghetto-barbara-go
when-we-parted-on-boulevard-du-montparnasse-i-leaned-over-to-give-her-kiss-on-cheek-if-you-do-find-paradise-she-said-turning-to-leave-send-me-grape-adam-leith-gollner
ive-grown-to-love-california-its-dream-every-english-musician-to-come-here-work-in-sunshine-to-walk-up-sunset-boulevard-knowing-youre-going-to-make-music-thats-it
ah-stardom-they-put-your-name-on-star-in-sidewalk-on-hollywood-boulevard-you-walk-down-find-pile-dog-manure-on-it-that-tells-whole-story-baby-lee-marvin
i-worked-in-this-bar-called-raincheck-room-in-60s-it-used-to-be-over-on-santa-monica-boulevard-yknow-it-was-pretty-hip-place-lots-actors-hung-out-there
take-little-walk-down-know-you-role-boulevard-hang-that-right-on-jabroni-drive-then-proceed-to-check-your-aunt-jemima-nopancakehavin-ass-directly-dwayne-johnson
i-was-in-original-cast-sunset-boulevard-i-played-betty-but-i-wasnt-on-cast-album
weve-got-barefoot-ladies-tricked-out-mercedes-and-people-getting-crazy-on-boulevard-weve-got-classic-colas-ice-cold-coronas-and-big-pool-parties-in-faith-hill
i-watch-awful-lot-old-hollywood-movies-ill-devour-anything-with-bette-davis-joan-crawford-my-absolute-favourite-is-sunset-boulevard-starring-gloria-swanson
its-amazing-to-find-that-many-people-who-i-thought-really-knew-me-could-have-thought-that-sunset-boulevard-was-autobiographical-ive-got-nobody-gloria-swanson
on-sunday-morning-its-brooklyn-bagels-on-beverly-boulevard-we-get-them-hot-then-we-walk-some-famous-silver-lake-steps-hike-in-hills-to-highest-vantage-point-to-see-reservoir
i-watch-awful-lot-old-hollywood-movies-ill-devour-anything-with-bette-davis-joan-crawford-my-absolute-favourite-is-sunset-boulevard-starring-amanda-donohoe
they-had-taken-me-to-exhibit-called-psychiatry-industry-death-on-hollywood-boulevard-where-scientologist-told-me-psychiatrists-set-up-holocaust-i-feared-i-was-being-brain-washed-
i-have-new-little-stray-dog-that-ive-had-for-about-month-now-his-name-is-mikey-mohawk-hes-this-little-terrier-with-natural-mohawk-my-friend-found-krysten-ritter
i-guess-i-did-get-to-tick-big-one-off-bucket-list-though-that-was-being-on-giant-billboard-smack-bang-in-hub-hollywood-boulevard-that-was-well-pretty-hollywood
id-just-sit-with-dee-dee-on-corner-off-queens-boulevard-drink-insult-people-stuff-thats-when-i-got-kicked-out-my-house-my-mother-told-me-it-was-for-my-own-good
i-just-bought-building-in-los-angeles-on-sunset-boulevard-its-building-that-was-owned-by-charlie-chaplin-its-going-to-be-sound-stage-for-videos-for-full-scale-productions
sunset-boulevard-story-hollywood-movies-draped-on-depressing-sex-affair-is-uncompromising-study-american-decadence-displaying-sad-worn-methodical-beauty-few-films-have-had-since-
being-from-new-york-theres-three-things-you-know-about-hollywood-you-know-about-hollywood-sign-sunset-strip-hollywood-boulevard-with-stars
yes-because-thats-how-i-roll-like-a-suave-thing-in-fact-from-here-on-please-forward-my-mail-to-1-suave-hill-suave-boulevard-suavieland-planet-shessosmoothicantbelieveshesnotbutte
i-woke-up-one-morning-to-find-i-was-famous-i-bought-white-rollsroyce-drove-down-sunset-boulevard-wearing-dark-specs-white-suit-waving-like-queen-peter-otoole
i-love-sunset-boulevard-i-love-writing-i-love-performances-i-love-camera-work-i-think-its-perfect-movie
the-trees-down-boulevard-stand-naked-in-thought-their-abundant-summery-wordage-silenced-caught-in-grim-undertow-naked-trees-confront-implacable-d-h-lawrence
dee-dee-ramone-was-one-who-would-go-to-rockaway-beach-he-wrote-that-great-song-about-it-he-was-beach-boy-he-loved-getting-tan-stuff-he-would-ride-bus-down-woodhaven-boulevard-to-
imma-catch-you-wit-yo-pants-down-since-you-was-talkin-that-shit-you-was-hard-on-the-boulevard-now-imma-buck-this-clip-on-your-self-i-make-you-shit-brotha-lynch-hung
A weathered black and silver Dodge pickup towing a small motorboat pulled up behind us, and Alex circled back to greet the driver. I couldn't see who sat behind the crusted and dirty windshield, but Alex stood at the driver's window and pointed down the block where the boulevard disappeared into floodwater. The truck pulled ahead, maneuvered a deft U-turn, and backed toward the water. Alex motioned for me to follow. By the time I lurched my way to the truck, he and the pickup driver were sliding the boat down the trailer ramp. Sweat trickled down my neck, and if I hadn't been afraid of being poisoned by toxic sludge, I'd have made like a pig and wallowed in the mud to cool off. I kicked at a fire hydrant, trying to jolt some of the heaviest sludge off my boots, and heard a soft laugh behind me. With a final kick that sent a spray of brown gunk flying, I turned to see what was so funny. I needed a laugh. A man leaned against the side of the pickup with his arms crossed. He was a few inches shorter than Alex, maybe just shy of six feet, with sun-streaked blond hair that reached his collar and a sleeveless blue T-shirt and khaki shorts. His tanned legs between the bottom of the shorts and the top of sturdy black shrimp boots were scored with scars, bad ones, as if whatever made them meant to do serious damage. He'd been grinning when I turned around, flashing a heart-stopping set of dimples, but when he saw my eyes linger on his legs, the grin eased into something more wary.

Suzanne Johnson
a-weathered-black-silver-dodge-pickup-towing-small-motorboat-pulled-up-behind-us-alex-circled-back-to-greet-driver-i-couldnt-see-who-sat-behind-crusted-dirty-windshield-but-alex-
To sit indoors was silly. I postponed the search for Savchenko and Ludmila till the next day and went wandering about Paris. The men wore bowlers, the women huge hats with feathers. On the cafe terraces lovers kissed unconcernedly - I stopped looking away. Students walked along the boulevard St. Michel. They walked in the middle of the street, holding up traffic, but no one dispersed them. At first I thought it was a demonstration - but no, they were simply enjoying themselves. Roasted chestnuts were being sold. Rain began to fall. The grass in the Luxembourg gardens was a tender green. In December! I was very hot in my lined coat. (I had left my boots and fur cap at the hotel.) There were bright posters everywhere. All the time I felt as though I were at the theatre. I have lived in Paris off and on for many years. Various events, snatches of conversation have become confused in my memory. But I remember well my first day there: the city electrified my. The most astonishing thing is that is has remained unchanged; Moscow is unrecognizable, but Paris is still as it was. When I come to Paris now, I feel inexpressibly sad - the city is the same, it is I who have changed. It is painful for me to walk along the familiar streets - they are the streets of my youth. Of course, the fiacres, the omnibuses, the steam-car disappeared long ago; you rarely see a cafe with red velvet or leather settees; only a few pissoirs are left - the rest have gone into hiding underground. But these, after all, are minor details. People still live out in the streets, lovers kiss wherever they please, no one takes any notice of anyone. The old houses haven't changed - what's another half a century to them; at their age it makes no difference. Say what you will, the world has changed, and so the Parisians, too, must be thinking of many things of which they had no inkling in the old days: the atom bomb, mass-production methods, Communism. But with their new thoughts they still remain Parisians, and I am sure that if an eighteen-year-old Soviet lad comes to Paris today he will raise his hands in astonishment, as I did in 1908: "A theatre!

Ilya Ehrenburg
to-sit-indoors-was-silly-i-postponed-search-for-savchenko-ludmila-till-next-day-went-wandering-about-paris-the-men-wore-bowlers-women-huge-hats-with-feathers-on-cafe-terraces-lov
vor-sechshundert-jahren-besae-die-pariser-medizinische-fakultet-die-kleinste-bibliothek-der-welt-sie-bestand-aus-einem-titel-und-diese-schrift-war-das-werk-eines-arabers-es-war-k
As I became older, I was given many masks to wear. I could be a laborer laying railroad tracks across the continent, with long hair in a queue to be pulled by pranksters; a gardener trimming the shrubs while secretly planting a bomb; a saboteur before the day of infamy at Pearl Harbor, signaling the Imperial Fleet; a kamikaze pilot donning his headband somberly, screaming 'Banzai' on my way to my death; a peasant with a broad-brimmed straw hat in a rice paddy on the other side of the world, stooped over to toil in the water; an obedient servant in the parlor, a houseboy too dignified for my own good; a washerman in the basement laundry, removing stains using an ancient secret; a tyrant intent on imposing my despotism on the democratic world, opposed by the free and the brave; a party cadre alongside many others, all of us clad in coordinated Mao jackets; a sniper camouflaged in the trees of the jungle, training my gunsights on G.I. Joe; a child running with a body burning from napalm, captured in an unforgettable photo; an enemy shot in the head or slaughtered by the villageful; one of the grooms in a mass wedding of couples, having met my mate the day before through our cult leader; an orphan in the last airlift out of a collapsed capital, ready to be adopted into the good life; a black belt martial artist breaking cinderblocks with his head, in an advertisement for Ginsu brand knives with the slogan 'but wait-there's more' as the commercial segued to show another free gift; a chef serving up dog stew, a trick on the unsuspecting diner; a bad driver swerving into the next lane, exactly as could be expected; a horny exchange student here for a year, eager to date the blonde cheerleader; a tourist visiting, clicking away with his camera, posing my family in front of the monuments and statues; a ping pong champion, wearing white tube socks pulled up too high and batting the ball with a wicked spin; a violin prodigy impressing the audience at Carnegie Hall, before taking a polite bow; a teen computer scientist, ready to make millions on an initial public offering before the company stock crashes; a gangster in sunglasses and a tight suit, embroiled in a turf war with the Sicilian mob; an urban greengrocer selling lunch by the pound, rudely returning change over the counter to the black patrons; a businessman with a briefcase of cash bribing a congressman, a corrupting influence on the electoral process; a salaryman on my way to work, crammed into the commuter train and loyal to the company; a shady doctor, trained in a foreign tradition with anatomical diagrams of the human body mapping the flow of life energy through a multitude of colored points; a calculus graduate student with thick glasses and a bad haircut, serving as a teaching assistant with an incomprehensible accent, scribbling on the chalkboard; an automobile enthusiast who customizes an imported car with a supercharged engine and Japanese decals in the rear window, cruising the boulevard looking for a drag race; a illegal alien crowded into the cargo hold of a smuggler's ship, defying death only to crowd into a New York City tenement and work as a slave in a sweatshop. My mother and my girl cousins were Madame Butterfly from the mail order bride catalog, dying in their service to the masculinity of the West, and the dragon lady in a kimono, taking vengeance for her sisters. They became the television newscaster, look-alikes with their flawlessly permed hair. Through these indelible images, I grew up. But when I looked in the mirror, I could not believe my own reflection because it was not like what I saw around me. Over the years, the world opened up. It has become a dizzying kaleidoscope of cultural fragments, arranged and rearranged without plan or order.

Frank H. Wu
as-i-became-older-i-was-given-many-masks-to-wear-i-could-be-laborer-laying-railroad-tracks-across-continent-with-long-hair-in-queue-to-be-pulled-by-pranksters-gardener-trimming-s
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