Quotes About Bonnie

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I think by writing about a place with great specificity, you manage to make it universal.

Bonnie and Clyde were almost like a modern-day Robin Hood, stealing 'the government's money.' I think that's a bit of why they were glorified.

I worked two days in Texas and two days in Hollywood on 'Bonnie and Clyde,' and that was it. I had no idea how it was going to turn out. And when I saw it, I was so upset, or fascinated, or something, by the sight of myself on the screen that I could hardly pay attention to the rest of the movie.

I would hope to have some of the same audience that Oprah has earned. And I would love to earn that, as well.

How in the world had Bonnie managed to get Madeline's ex-husband out of bed at that time of the morning to go and work in a homeless shelter? Nathan wouldn't get up before 8 a.m. when they were married. Bonnie must give him organic blow-jobs.

Excuse me, Bonnie," said Madeline. "I need to go collect my husband. He seems to be in a very animated conversation with an adulterer. I don't want him picking up any ideas.

It turned out that a conversation with Bonnie was just like being in labour: the pain could always get much, much worse. chapter fifty-three 'Ziggy is a lovely little boy,' said the psychologist.

You don't look sweaty." "I showered," said Bonnie. "But my core body temperature is still quite high." "You'll catch a chill," said Madeline. "No I won't," said

For me and my true love will never meet again By the bonnie bonnie banks of Loch Lomond.

Anyone have some mints or some gum? Bonnie asked. No one did, and she turned to Joe Hill Conley. She scrutinized him a moment, then, using her fingers, combed his part over to the left side. That looks better, she said. Nearly two decades later, the little hair he has left remains parted by Bonnie's invisible hand.

Rum and Coke, please, she told the bartender. Maybe that was why Liza and Bonnie never had guy trouble: great hair. She looked at Liza, racehorse-thin in purple zippered leather...Okay it wasn't just the hair. If she jammed herself into liza's dress, she'd look like Barney's slut cousin. Diet Coke, she told the bartender.

And then it came to me, as one of the redcoats, knocked flat by a fleeing Scot, rose and shook his fist theatrically after the horses. Of course. A film! I shook my head at my own slowness. They were shooting a costume drama of some sort, that was all. One of those Bonnie-Prince-in-the-heather sorts of things, no doubt. Well.

It surprised him that she was the one who looked stricken with fear, as if she were a prisoner in the passenger seat and saw the fast-approaching collision seconds before the drive could react to it. Bonnie pinched her lower lip with her teeth and stared at Jack as if she were transfixed--as if he were the upcoming accident, and, even though she saw him coming, she couldn't turn away.