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Pic of the Day: “By the way, what’s your name?” “What’s that?” “Who are you?” “Who me? I’m the whippoorwill that cries in the night. I’m the soft morning breeze that caresses your lovely face.” “You’ve got a name, haven’t you?” “Yeah, I got a name. Peter Warne.” “Peter Warne. I don’t like it.” “Don’t let it bother you. You’re giving it back to me in the morning.”
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Pic of the Day: “He was smiling… That’s right. You know, that, that Luke smile of his. He had it on his face right to the very end. Hell, if they didn’t know it ‘fore, they could tell right then that they weren’t a-gonna beat him. That old Luke smile. Oh, Luke. He was some boy. Cool Hand Luke. Hell, he’s a natural-born world-shaker.”
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Pic of the Day: “You gotta have two things to win. You gotta have brains and you gotta have balls. Now, you got too much of one and not enough of the other.”
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Pic of the Day: “As long as there’s no find, the noble brotherhood will last but when the piles of gold begin to grow… that’s when the trouble starts.”
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Pic of the Day: “I know it’s terrible trying to have any faith when people are doing such horrible… But you know what I sometimes think? I think the world may be going through a phase, the way I was with mother. It’ll pass. Maybe not hundreds of years, but someday. – I still believe, in spite of everything, that people are really good at heart.”
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Pic of the Day: “Do you know what the secret of life is? This.” “Your finger?” “One thing. Just one thing. You stick to that and the rest don’t mean shit.” “But, what is the ‘one thing?'” “That’s what you have to find out.”
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Pic of the Day: “Mister, I’ve been converted five times. Billy Sunday, Reverend Biederwolf, Gypsy Smith, and twice by Sister Falconer. I get terrible drunk, and then I get good and saved. Both of them done me a powerful lot of good – gettin’ drunk and gettin’ saved.”
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Pic of the Day: “Memory… Strange that the mind will forget so much of what only this moment has passed, and yet hold clear and bright the memory of what happened years ago; of men and women long since dead.”
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Pic of the Day: “The old man stood there, quivering with fury, stammering as he tried to come up with a real crusher. All he got out was…” “Naddafinga!”
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Pic of the Day: “Look, Daddy. Teacher says, every time a bell rings an angel gets his wings.” “That’s right, that’s right.” “Attaboy, Clarence.”
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Pic of the Day: “Mr. Scrooge?” “I’m busy.” “Well, it’s about Mr. Marley, sir! He’s dying!” “Well, what do you want me to do about it? If he’s dying, he’s dying.”
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Pic of the Day: “He brought everything back, all the food for the feast. And he, he himself, the Grinch – carved the roast beast.”
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Pic of the Day: “What shall we call him? Should we call him Harold?” “Uh, Bruce?” “No.” “Christopher Columbus?” “Oh, no.” “Oatmeal?” “Oatmeal?”
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Pic of the Day: “Once again, I must ask you to remember that the Marleys were dead, and decaying in their graves.” “Yuck!” “That one thing you must remember, or nothing that follows will seem wondrous.” “Why are you whispering?” “It’s for dramatic emphasis.”
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Pic of the Day: ♫ “I never want to see a day / That’s over forty degrees / I’d rather have it thirty, Twenty, ten, five and let it freeeeEEEEEEeeze!” ♫
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Pic of the Day: “The thing about trains… it doesn’t matter where they’re going. What matters is deciding to get on.”
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