Quotes About William

If this humor be the safety of our race, then it is due largely to the infusion into the American people of the Irish brain.

I was the last of the British style that was a big thing in Japan.

Yes, threadbare seem his songs, to lettered ken - they were worn threadbare next the hearts of men.

It appears from Mr. Smith's account that there is no scarcity of buffalo as he penetrated the country.

We had fed the heart on fantasies, The heart's grown brutal from the fare, More substance in our enmities Than in our love

Writers love to write those idiotic, long stage directions, and some of them worse than others. They have nothing to do with the movie. They're just jerking around.

I was an English major, so I love discussing possibilities and alternate theories.

How many a holy and obsequious tear hath dear religious love stolen from mine eye, as interest of the dead!

I'm tired, William. I'm tired of you. I'm tired of these parties. I'm tired." "The tone of your voice could have fooled me," he says, taking my arm roughly. "Just smile, okay? Just until we get past the photographers, then I don't give a fuck what you do." "You Ã¢â'¬Â¦ are Ã¢â'¬Â¦ awful," I say. "You're not much better," he says, pulling me along.

Only Ron's dog was watching William. He considered that it had, for a dog, a very offensive and knowing look. A couple of months ago someaone had tried to hand William the old story about there being a dog in the city that could talk. (...) The dog in front of William didn't look as if it could talk, but it DID look as if it would swear.

Are you staying with us? It could be dangerous,' said William, realizing that he was saying this to a vampire iconographer who undied every time he took a picture.

I think making a good film shot is joyful.

William," the professor said, softly, "what now is your weapon?"...."Truth," he whispered, his voice rasping. He cleared his throat. "Truth is my sword." ...."And what now is your defense?" Colour returned to Billy's face, and his jaw tightened. His voice surged with emotion. "Faith...faith is my shield.

Every handsome man had a flaw. It was just her luck that in William's case that flaw was lunacy.

You said he was a soldier. You don't suppose...? Oh, Gods. Ignata blinked. You think something could be wrong down there? All of them looked at William, who chose this precise moment to slide the wet shirt back on his back, which required him to flex, raising his arms. That would be a shame, Cerise murmured.

He was going to take a dive into this lake. He just didn't know it. Cerise rose, finding footing in the soft mud. The water came up to just below her breasts and her wet shirt stuck to her body. William's gaze snagged on her chest. Yep, keep looking, Lord Bill. Keeeeeep looking.

What is my message? That is what troubles me. I have not got a message.

I often conduct interviews in my truck.

If happiness truly consisted in physical ease and freedom from care, then the happiest individual would not be either a man or a woman; it would be, I think, an American cow.

The island Mayo is generally barren, being dry, as I said; and the best of it is but a very indifferent soil.

What do you want me to call them? Shits and Giggles? Fists and Kneecap? Nah, I don't like that one. Hammer and Nails? Dude, these kids are hard-core gangster. They need kick-A names, not that blah, blah sh-crap you gave them." - William

Don't kill the messenger, but I'm think you should change your dating profil to balding." -- Paris to William

WILLIAM THE EVER RANDY, as the shitheads here had started calling him

General William T. Sherman