Meanwhile it's got stormy, the tattered fog even thicker, chasing across my path. Three people are sitting in a glassy tourist cafe… — Werner Herzog Copy Share Image
I went to the Old Bailey, and I met a judge, and I was petrified, but they were like, 'Oh, you're an… — Maxine Peake Copy Share Image
Extreme torture is mute, and so we sat silent, petrified, like columns of marble buried under the sand of an earthquake. Neither… — Anonymous Copy Share Image
