Are you out of your goddamn mind? You think we can take on two hundred soldiers? I know I am an extremely attractive man, J, but I am not Bruce Lee.' 'Who's Bruce Lee?' 'Who's Bruce Lee?' Kenji asks, horrified. 'Oh my God. We can't even be friends anymore.' 'Why? Was he a friend of yours?' 'You know what, ' he says, 'just stop. Just-I can't even talk to you right now.
e‰ necesse¡rio a um prencipe saber usar do animal com destreza, dentre todos ele deve escolher a raposa e o lee£o, pois o lee£o ne£o pode defender-se de armadilhas, e a raposa e indefesa diante dos lobos; e preciso, pois ser raposa para conhecer as armadilhas e lee£o para afugentar os lobos - aqueles que simplesmente adotam o lee£o ne£o entendem do assunto.
She was a talker, wasn't she?" Bobby Lee said, sliding down the ditch with a yodel. "She would of been a good woman," The Misfit said, "if it had been somebody there to shoot her every minute of her life." "Some fun!" Bobby Lee said. "Shut up, Bobby Lee," The Misfit said. "It's no real pleasure in life.
Most locals knew who Della Lee was. She waitressed at a greasy spoon called Eat and Run, which was tucked far enough outside the town limits that the ski-crowd tourists didn't see it. She haunted bars at night. She was probably in her late thirties, maybe ten years older than Josey, and she was rough and flashy and did whatever she wanted-no reasonable explanation required. 'Della Lee Baker, what are you doing in my closet?' 'You shouldn't leave your window unlocked. Who knows who could get in?' Della Lee said, single-handedly debunking the long-held belief that if you dotted your...
Sarah Addison Allen
Lee saw the fireball and head through the roar in his ears Hester saying, "That's the last of 'em Lee." He said, or thought, "Those poor men didn't have to come to this, nor did we." She said, "We held 'em off. We held out. We're a-helping Lyra." Then she was pressing her little proud broken self against his face, as close as she could get, and then they died.
It was many and many a year ago, In a kingdom by the sea, That a maiden there lived whom you may know By the name of ANNABEL LEE; And this maiden she lived with no other thought Than to love and be loved by me. I was a child and she was a child, In this kingdom by the sea; But we loved with a love that was more than love- I and my Annabel Lee; With a love that the winged seraphs of heaven Coveted her and me. And this was the reason that, long ago, In this kingdom by the sea, A wind blew out of a cloud, chilling My beautiful Annabel Lee; So that her highborn kinsman came And bore her away from me, To shut her up in a sepulchre In this kingdom by the sea. The angels, not half so happy in heaven, Went envying her and me- Yes!- that was the reason (as all men know, In this kingdom by the sea) That the wind came out of the cloud by night, Chilling and killing my Annabel Lee. But our love it was stronger by far than the love Of those who were older than we- Of many far wiser than we- And neither the angels in heaven above, Nor the demons down under the sea, Can ever dissever my soul from the soul Of the beautiful Annabel Lee. For the moon never beams without bringing me dreams Of the beautiful Annabel Lee; And the stars never rise but I feel the bright eyes Of the beautiful Annabel Lee; And so, all the night-tide, I lie down by the side Of my darling- my darling- my life and my bride, In the sepulchre there by the sea, In her tomb by the sounding sea.
Edgar Allan Poe
Few generals were as brilliant as Robert E. Lee and few battles as titanic -- and puzzling -- as Gettysburg. Why did Lee fail? In Lost Triumph, Tom Carhart offers a bold and provocative new assessment. Agree or disagree, it is sure to stimulate debate among even the most seasoned Civil War buffs.
I liked AC/DC," Lee said. "If you were going to shoot someone, you'd really want to do it while you were listening to them." "What about the Beatles? Did you feel like shooting anyone listening to them?" Lee considered seriously for a moment, then said, "Myself." At the same time he was laughing, Ig was distressed. Not liking the Beatles was almost as bad as not knowing about them at all.
I liked AC/DC, " Lee said. "If you were going to shoot someone, you'd really want to do it while you were listening to them." "What about the Beatles? Did you feel like shooting anyone listening to them?" Lee considered seriously for a moment, then said, "Myself." At the same time he was laughing, Ig was distressed. Not liking the Beatles was almost as bad as not knowing about them at all.
I don't think I'll ever lose the feeling that I had when I read 'To Kill a Mockingbird' - Harper Lee was going back into her childhood. I grew up in a real small town - Lee's was in the South, mine the Northwest - but small towns have a lot in common. There was such a revelation in knowing that a story could be told like that.
Harper Lee and Truman Capote became friends as next-door neighbors in the late 1920s, when they were about kindergarten age. From the start, they recognized in each other "an apartness," as Capote later expressed it; and both loved reading. When Lee's father gave them an old Underwood typewriter, they began writing original stories together.
Charles J. Shields
I fell in love with Bruce Lee after I watched his movies, and I wanted to become a kung-fu practicer, and I would like to be someone like Bruce Lee. That's why I learned kung-fu, and that's why I picked the wing chun style, because it's his style. That's why I decided to be an actor, to go into show business, because of him.
I love 'The Walking Dead,' 'Shameless,' and - this is going to sound really dorky - I'm obsessed with 'Dance Moms.' I love Abby Lee Miller. Honestly, if there's such a thing as past lives, I was definitely a dancer. Maybe if I ever get a big enough name, I can call Abby Lee Miller myself and ask her to be my private coach.
I kissed him on the cheek and left to find Bobby Lee. Him, I trusted to be in the line of fire. But it was more than that: I wasn't sleeping with bobby Lee. I didn't love him. Sometimes love makes you selfish. Sometimes it makes you stupid. Sometimes it reminds you why you love your gun.
Laurell K. Hamilton
For the moon never beams without bringing me dreams Of the beautiful Annabel Lee; And the stars never rise but I feel the bright eyes Of the beautiful Annabel Lee; And so, all the night-tide, I lie down by the side Of my darling- my darling- my life and my bride, In the sepulchre there by the sea, In her tomb by the sounding sea.
Edgar Allan Poe
Krys Lee has written a book of unforgettable stories, each one building on the other to create a complex, moving portrait of contemporary Korea and its diaspora. She guides us surely through the fallout of war, immigration, and financial crisis, always alert to the possibility of tenderness, transcendence, and even humor along the way. Lee is a writer who really understands loneliness, but her voice is so appealing, and her perceptions so wise, that we feel all the less lonely for knowing her characters and experiencing their lives.
Sarah Shun-lien Bynum
Most of the time when I have met artists who have meant a lot to me, the experience has been well above expectation. People like Iggy, Lou Reed, Jerry Lee Lewis, Black Sabbath, Nick Cave, Hubert Selby Jr, Billy Gibbons, Al Pacino, John Lee Hooker, James Brown, Johnny Cash etc. have been really great to me. What strikes me is most of the time, the bigger the celeb/legend, the more polite and cool they are. It's the insecure ones who treat you like they're doing you a favor by shaking your hand.
Leea mucho, lo que no quiere decir que leyera muchos libros. Me¡s bien preferea releer las obras que me habean gustado. (...) Ase pues, no tenea este punto en comeºn con los deme¡s, y leea mis libros a solas y en silencio. Los releea y cerraba los ojos y me llenaban de su aroma. Solo aspirando la fragancia de un libro, tocando sus pe¡ginas, me sentea feliz.
This particular event had been somewhat more raucous than usual as Derek Jameson had just lost an arm wrestle with Ann Diamond. The match was the second semi-final of the morning after Belinda Carlisle had been pipped at the post by Rusty Lee. Carlisle had caused some consternation after, upset at losing and forfeiting the chance to compete for the first prize of a quarter of midget gems, she had spat port in Lee's handbag. Carlisle had been asked to leave and, after a brief tussle, had been ejected from the building whilst screaming and spitting in Simon Parkin's face.
St John Morris
AIYYO HOW NELLY DOING? KYJUAN & MURPH? WHEN'S CITY GET OUT? BIG LEE YOU STILL PUT IN WORK? WHERE YELLOW LOVE & HURT? WHERE YOU GET THAT SHIRT? THE JEANS & CHAINS HOW Y'ALL CHANGE THE GAME? WHERE SLOW GET THAT MASK? IS THAT OLD SCHOOL FAST? IS THEM D'S? WHAT KIND OF WOOD IS THAT ON THE DASH? WHERE THREE? DO JAY USE THAT MP3? MAN ALL THESE QUESTIONS MAKE ME WANNA EMPTY THREE DO YOU KNOW JIGGA, SNOOP DOGG, NAS & 'KISS? ASK ME ABOUT THE SOURCE AWARDS & I'M A PLEAD THE FIFTH I'M SICK OF THIS WHATEVER HAPPENED TO LEE HOW YOU BE? HOW YOU'RE MOM & THEM? INSTEAD I'M IN THE CLUB GEM UH, MO'FUCKERS BUMPIN' UNTIL MY CUP GOT A TRUCKLOAD OF DEMOS AIYYO MAN HOOK ME UP I'M STILL THE SAME STYLES STILL RESEMBLE COCAINE I NEVER CHANGE I'M PLAIN BUT STILL I MAINTAIN
Old Sam Hamilton saw this coming. He said there couldn't be any more universal philosophers. The weight of knowledge is too great for one mind to absorb. He saw a time when one man would know only one little fragment, but he would know it well.' 'Yes, ' Lee said from the doorway, 'and he deplored it. He hated it.' 'Did he, now?' Adam asked... 'Now you question it, I don't know, ' he said. 'I don't know whether he hated it or I hate it for him... Maybe the knowledge is too great and maybe men are growing too small... Maybe kneeling down to atoms, they're becoming atom-sized in their souls. Maybe a specialist is only a coward, afraid to look out of his little cage. And think what any specialist misses! The whole world over his fence!' 'We're only talking about making a living.' 'A living? Or money?' Lee said excitedly. 'Money's easy to make if it's money you want. But with a few exceptions people don't want money. They want luxury, and they want love, and they want admiration.
En resolucion, el se enfrasco tanto en su lectura, que se le pasaban las noches leyendo de claro en claro, y los deas de turbio en turbio, y ase, del poco dormir y del mucho leer, se le seco el cerebro, de manera que vino a perder el juicio. Llenosele la fantasea de todo aquello que leea en los libros, ase de encantamientos, como de pendencias, batallas, desafeos, heridas, requiebros, amores, tormentas y disparates imposibles, y asentosele de tal modo en la imaginacion que era verdad toda aquella me¡quina de aquellas soe±adas invenciones que leea, que para el no habea otra historia me¡s cierta en el mundo.
Miguel de Cervantes Saavedra