Diner Quotes

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i-like-diner-coffee
if-you-look-closely-at-some-scenes-in-diner-my-eyes-look-like-draculas-mickey-rourke
first-all-just-to-get-diner-made-would-have-been-achievement-in-that-i-got-chance-to-direct-barry-levinson
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before-footloose-things-id-done-werent-cute-in-diner-i-was-alcoholic-kevin-bacon
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remember-diner-in-happy-days-i-do-want-to-do-show-like-that-but-updated-version
often-whole-days-pass-without-my-speaking-to-anyone-except-to-ask-for-diner-coffee-and-it-has-been-like-that-form-beginning-vincent-van-gogh
one-new-york-eatery-is-remodeled-diner-that-looks-like-what-busby-berkeley-would-have-done-if-only-he-hadnt-had-money-fran-lebowitz
my-parents-owned-a-soul-food-diner-it-inspired-me-to-go-to-culinary-school
when-my-father-was-growing-up-inside-old-city-jerusalem-he-his-friends-liked-to-trade-desserts-after-diner-naomi-shibab-nye
its-hard-to-say-why-with-some-people-you-could-talk-all-day-all-night-while-with-others-its-struggle-to-find-enough-to-say-during-single-course-at-diner-victoria-clayton
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in-middle-nowhere-along-quiet-stretch-road-diner-dreamt-hungry-dead-and-two-men-a-lee-martinez
before-starbucks-there-wasnt-as-much-coffeehouse-routine-we-generally-drank-really-cruddy-diner-coffee
most-my-dates-had-consisted-some-guy-trying-to-sweettalk-me-while-i-silently-prayed-for-asteroid-to-crash-into-whatever-diner-we-were-at-stephanie-nelson
if-you-owe-too-much-on-american-express-your-diners-club-notes-are-too-hardtake-loan-on-your-visa-pay-it-off-with-your-mastercard-nipsey-russell
miami-is-one-these-places-where-diversity-is-in-our-blood-where-you-know-if-you-want-to-go-have-nicaraguan-breakfast-cuban-lunch-american-diner-dinner-you-do
the-cottage-diners-homey-lights-glowed-onto-black-asphalt-which-just-sucked-up-beams-to-spit-out-more-shadows-katherine-mcintyre
theres-lot-great-things-to-see-here-in-united-states-those-times-spent-together-with-maps-old-cups-from-diner-you-went-to-those-are-really-mark-consuelos
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never-be-food-snob-learn-from-everyone-you-meet-fish-guy-at-your-market-lady-at-local-diner-farmers-cheese-makers-ask-questions-try-everything-rachael-ray
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used-to-be-conservatives-revered-average-american-that-norman-rockwell-oil-painting-diner-food-humble-faith-honest-toil-capraesque-virtue-james-wolcott
the-only-way-to-get-vegetables-at-diner-late-night-is-to-order-omelette-a-feta-cheese-broccoli-omelette-lisa-loeb
also-there-are-seats-in-diner-that-always-fall-off-table-if-you-have-scene-where-youre-packing-up-at-end-day-putting-them-on-table-they-just-dannii-minogue
my-first-movie-was-diner-my-second-movie-was-tender-mercies-i-did-really-good-work-ellen-barkin
diner-do-you-serve-crabs-here-waiter-we-serve-anyine-sit-down-apples-gold
chauncy-made-huge-effort-to-control-himself-i-had-lunch-at-maisies-diner-and-and-what-it-was-most-revolting-lunch-it-has-been-my-misfortune-to-consume-and-after-diarrhea-course-d
is-it-crazy-to-say-that-i-dont-often-eat-breakfast-but-every-time-i-go-to-diner-i-have-to-have-breakfasttype-item-even-if-its-1130-at-night-i-love-magda-apanowicz
is-it-crazy-to-say-that-i-dont-often-eat-breakfast-but-every-time-i-go-to-diner-i-have-to-have-breakfast-type-item-even-if-its-1130-at-night-i-love-my-morning-eats
the-food-being-presented-at-most-expensive-restaurants-by-most-sophisticated-chefs-was-not-always-recognizable-as-food-to-diner-it-required-leap-faith-i-felt-curious-about-that-p
i-love-to-visit-comic-shops-i-dont-want-to-call-myself-foodie-because-that-word-is-just-stupid-but-i-love-diner-food-im-hardcore-fan-diners-drive-ins-dives
i-actually-find-it-harder-to-act-in-scenes-where-theres-not-much-happening-say-having-milkshake-in-diner-that-is-far-harder-to-do-than-straight-scenes-where-theres-drama-going-on
youll-see-consistent-like-tea-tea-bags-you-saw-thereyoull-see-consistentdid-you-see-cafeteria-i-mean-diner-antoine-fuqua
everyone-wants-to-call-wrestling-business-why-dont-you-treat-it-like-business-i-dont-care-if-youre-running-diner-if-youre-running-car-wash-wrestling-company-its-all-business
sitting-at-table-doesnt-make-you-diner-unless-you-eat-some-whats-on-that-plate-being-here-in-america-doesnt-make-you-american-being-born-here-in-america-doesnt-make-you-american-
sitting-at-table-doesnt-make-you-diner-you-must-be-eating-some-whats-on-that-plate-being-here-in-america-doesnt-make-you-american-being-born-here-malcolm-x
If peace comes from seeing the whole, then misery stems from a loss of perspective. We begin so aware and grateful. The sun somehow hangs there in the sky. The little bird sings. The miracle of life just happens. Then we stub our toe, and in that moment of pain, the whole world is reduced to our poor little toe. Now, for a day or two, it is difficult to walk. With every step, we are reminded of our poor little toe. Our vigilance becomes: Which defines our day-the pinch we feel in walking on a bruised toe, or the miracle still happening? It is the giving over to smallness that opens us to misery. In truth, we begin taking nothing for granted, grateful that we have enough to eat, that we are well enough to eat. But somehow, through the living of our days, our focus narrows like a camera that shutters down, cropping out the horizon, and one day we're miffed at a diner because the eggs are runny or the hash isn't seasoned just the way we like. When we narrow our focus, the problem seems everything. We forget when we were lonely, dreaming of a partner. We forget first beholding the beauty of another. We forget the comfort of first being seen and held and heard. When our view shuts down, we're up in the night annoyed by the way our lover pulls the covers or leaves the dishes in the sink without soaking them first. In actuality, misery is a moment of suffering allowed to become everything. So, when feeling miserable, we must look wider than what hurts. When feeling a splinter, we must, while trying to remove it, remember there is a body that is not splinter, and a spirit that is not splinter, and a world that is not splinter.

Mark Nepo
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Months later, when I rarely saw the Angels, I still had the legacy of the big machine - four hundred pounds of chrome and deep red noise to take out on the Coast Highway and cut loose at three in the morning, when all the cops were lurking over on 101. My first crash had wrecked the bike completely and it took several months to have it rebuilt. After that I decided to ride it differently: I would stop pushing my luck on curves, always wear a helmet and try to keep within range of the nearest speed limit... my insurance had already been canceled and my driver's license was hanging by a thread. So it was always at night, like a werewolf, that I would take the thing out for an honest run down the coast. I would start in Golden Gate Park, thinking only to run a few long curves to clear my head... but in a matter of minutes I'd be out at the beach with the sound of the engine in my ears, the surf booming up on the sea wall and a fine empty road stretching all the way down to Santa Cruz... not even a gas station in the whole seventy miles; the only public light along the way is an all-night diner down around Rockaway Beach. There was no helmet on those nights, no speed limit, and no cooling it down on the curves. The momentary freedom of the park was like the one unlucky drink that shoves a wavering alcoholic off the wagon. I would come out of the park near the soccer field and pause for a moment at the stop sign, wondering if I knew anyone parked out there on the midnight humping strip.

Hunter S. Thompson
months-later-when-i-rarely-saw-angels-i-still-had-legacy-big-machine-four-hundred-pounds-chrome-deep-red-noise-to-take-out-on-coast-highway-cut-loose-at-three-in-morning-when-all
Sit down and have a cup of coffee With your firm conviction that they're out to get you Sit down and have a cigarette with your awful fear of death I saw Milarepa at the all-night diner sharing a table with his personal demons He said You've got to invite them in with compassion on your breath Stop running away, 'cause nobody runs as fast as pain and sorrow Stop pushing away, you're just making it hard Stop putting it off, 'cause it'll be back to kick your ass tomorrow Breathe in, breathe out, let down your guard Sit down and start shooting the shit With the fear that you'll never measure up to your ideals Sit down and have a bottle of beer with the ache of all you've lost I saw Milarepa at the coffee house having a Danish with his hurts and hatreds He said You've got to invite them in, or you pay ten times the cost. Stop running away, 'cause nobody runs as fast as fear and loathing Stop pushing away, you're just making it worse Stop putting it off, cause it'll be back again in different clothing Just pop the clutch and go into reverse Invite them in and let them be there while you learn to stand it Invite them in and give them room to stomp and shout When they can come and go They won't be always pounding on your door If you let them in you can let them out. Sit down and have a conversation With the loneliness that's eating you alive Sit down and watch a sunset with your overwhelming rage I saw Milarepa at the corner bar buying a round for the monsters in his heart He said They're really not so bad when they're let out of their cage Stop running away, 'cause nobody runs as fast as pain and sorrow Stop pushing away, you're just making it hard Stop putting it off, 'cause it'll be back to kick your ass tomorrow Breathe in, breathe out, let down your guard

Allison Lonsdale
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Fuck y'all! This shit is fuckin' terrible, man I'm gettin' the fuck outta here. This is the tale of two parties yo. 18 verse 30 yanamsayin'? Young, reckless, dumb, dickhead, house party, havin' fun shit. Verse payin' $500 just to go out and stand around a bunch of booshie, stuck up motherfuckers man. Fuck every club in this city that make motherfuckers take off they Nikes. Fuck every club in this city that make motherfuckers take off they hats. Fuck every club in this city that charge a cover to get in your bullshit club, you don't get nothin' with that cover, but to stand there cramped with a bunch of clown motherfuckers. You gotta wait in line for three hours to get a fuckin' drink. You gotta wait in line for three hours to use the bathroom. Maaaaaan. Shit ain't the same no more man. I remember being young in college, man I may be a young guy, man we would just fuckin' chill with our friends and have a good time. Now...going out man require so much energy man, so much fuckin' bullshit. Niggas gotta wear a suit to fuckin' drink. A suit?! Get the fuck outta here with that shit man. The thing about it is though...either way...the goal is to get fucked up. So however you gotta do that shit. Whether it's gettin' high at home or chillin' with your boys man. Do that. Cause this going out shit is gettin'g played out in 2012. I'm 30 years old man, I can't fuck with this shit no more. I'mma end up murdering a bouncer or some shit man. Stabbing a doorman in the fucking neck with his pen. Beat him to death with his clipboard. Why y'all have a clipboard? You can't remember who the fuck's on the list? Is it that many motherfuckers you gotta stand there with a fuckin' clipboard? This ain't New York motherfucker this is Philly. What the fuck y'all got a velvet rope for man? I'll kick that shit the fuck over. We don't do that shit man. Fuck that. I'm about to go to motherfuckin' Broad Street Diner, steak and eggs, go the fuck home. This night is over my nigga

Reef The Lost Cauze
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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
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