Two years ago, I shot 'Pillars of the Earth' in Budapest - it was a big part, but I had a lot… — Eddie Redmayne Copy Share Image
The shops in High Street still have their metal grilles down, blank-eyed and sleeping. My name is scrawled across them all. I'm… — Jenny Downham Copy Share Image
I realize that the memories I cherish most are not the first night successes, but of simple, everyday things: walking through our… — Vivien Leigh Copy Share Image
A collective insanity seemed to have seized the nation and turned them into something worse than beasts. The princess de Lamballe, Marie… — J. Christopher Herold Copy Share Image
All great questions must be raised by great voices, and the greatest voice is the voice of the people - speaking out… — Robert Kennedy Copy Share Image
I remember that - you know, I didnt receive a formal education. I was educated in the Montevideo cafe, in the cafes… — Eduardo Galeano Copy Share Image
We rarely get to prepare ourselves in meadows or on graveled walks; we do it on short notice in places without windows,… — Thomas Harris Copy Share Image
When I lived in the city, I had learned to close my door against a lot of the noise, but when I… — Dani Shapiro Copy Share Image
Ella's supersonic voice followed her all the way to Bleecker Street and then dissolved amid the noisy profusion of shops, cafes, and… — Francine Pascal Copy Share Image
It's a small town; everybody eats in the same cafe; everybody gets their hair cut in the same barber shop. That kind… — Joe Thompson Copy Share Image
Sloanes aren't cafe society or NYLON hedge-funders with million-pound bonuses, or London Eurotrash wearing upgraded style anglais. Ann Barr's and my original… — Peter York Copy Share Image
In a Cafe" I watched a man in a cafe fold a slice of bread as if he were folding a birth… — Richard Brautigan Copy Share Image
If the weather is too cold or rainy, I take shelter in the Regence Cafe, where I entertain myself by watching chess… — Denis Diderot Copy Share Image
I want to travel on a train that smells like snowflakes. I want to sip in cafes that smell like comets. Under… — Tom Robbins Copy Share Image
As never before, he understood the vitality of tradition, the dignity of the worship of what had existed before one's own self… — Nancy Holder Copy Share Image
I wrote in the mornings, often in cafes, on the way to the office. I gave myself a daily word minimum, usually… — Christopher Castellani Copy Share Image
I like chance meetings--life is full of them. Everyday, without realizing it, I pass people whom I should know. At this moment,… — Krzysztof Kieslowski Copy Share Image
Reading old travel books or novels set in faraway places, spinning globes, unfolding maps, playing world music, eating in ethnic restaurants, meeting… — Phil Cousineau Copy Share Image
Just the other day, I was in my neighborhood Starbucks, waiting for the post office to open. I was enjoying a chocolatey… — Sarah Vowell Copy Share Image
She probably gave up and started playing Minesweeper." [...] We reached the cafe and found Sydney bent over her laptop, with a… — Richelle Mead Copy Share Image
I'm not ritualistic about writing. I try to write as often as possible, which means that I have to be able to… — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
I beg of you, you who could and should be bearing and rearing a family: Wives, come home from the typewriter, the… — Spencer W. Kimball Copy Share Image
Everyone has failed, everyone has misspoken, everyone has meant well but done the wrong thing. Your favorite restaurants, cafes and books have… — Seth Godin Copy Share Image