#mick

I used to love watching him as a player, so it is a joy to play alongside him. I might take the mickey out of him, but deep down I have so much admiration for him. ↗

— Robbie Keane

#alongside #deep #deep down #down #him

Clever gimmicks of mass distraction yield a cheap soulcraft of addicted and self-medicated narcissists. ↗

— Cornel West

#cheap #clever #distraction #gimmicks #mass

Mick says, Would you join the band? I say to him, Mick, you know I'd be there in a New York minute. ↗

— Ron Wood

#him #i #join #know #mick

She swallowed, watching as the servants and Harry and Bert trooped out of the room. Lad, apparently not the brightest dog in the world, sat down next to Mickey O’Connor and leaned against his leg. Mr. O’Connor looked at the dog, looked at the damp spot growing on his breeches where the dog was leaning, and sighed. “I find me life is not as quiet as it used to be afore ye came to me palace, Mrs. Hollingbrook.” Silence lifted her chin. “You’re a pirate, Mr. O’Connor. I cannot believe your life was ever very quiet.” He gave her an ironic look. “Aye, amazin’, isn’t it? Yet since yer arrival me servants no longer obey me and I return home to find me kitchen flooded.” He crossed to a cupboard and took down a china teapot, a tin of tea, and a teacup. “And me dog smells like a whorehouse.” Silence glanced guiltily at Lad. “The only soap we could find was rose scented. ↗

— Elizabeth Hoyt

#lad-the-dog #mickey #scandalous-desires #silence #life

There, there, sweetin’,” he murmured into her hair. “He loved me, he truly did,” she gasped. “I know he did,” Michael said. “And I loved him.” “Mm-hmm.” She raised her head, glaring angrily. “You don’t even believe in love. Why are you agreeing with me?” He laughed. “Because”—he leaned down and licked at the tears on her cheeks, his lips brushing softly against her sensitive skin as he spoke, “ye’ve bewitched and bespelled me, my sweet Silence, didn’t ye know? I’ll agree that the sky is pink, that the moon is made o’ marzipan and sugared raisins, and that mermaids swim the muddy waters o’ the Thames, if ye’ll only stop weepin’. Me chest breaks apart and gapes wide open when I see tears in yer pretty eyes. Me lungs, me liver, and me heart cannot stand to be thus exposed.” She stopped breathing. She simply inhaled and stopped, looking at him in wonder. His lips were quirked in a mocking smile, but his eyes—his fathomless black eyes—seemed to hold a great pain as if his strong chest really had been split open. ↗

— Elizabeth Hoyt

#mickey #scandalous-desires #silence #love

Maybe I can't act, but I know the gimmicks. I studied acting all my life and know what's good for me. ↗

— Alan Ladd

#acting #gimmicks #good #i #know

I often talked to Bing Crosby, and while I liked him, I never understood why he was so popular. To me his voice was just a gimmick. ↗

— Hedy Lamarr

#bing crosby #crosby #gimmick #him #his

I'm doing a Dylan Thomas film, Map of Love, with Mick Jagger producing again. It's a wonderful script. ↗

— Dougray Scott

#doing #dylan #dylan thomas #film #i

Oh, I adored Mickey Mouse when I was a child. He was the emblem of happiness and funniness. You went to the movies then, you saw two movies and a short. When Mickey Mouse came on the screen and there was his big head, my sister said she had to hold onto me. I went berserk. ↗

— Maurice Sendak

#berserk #big #big head #came #child

My father was Catholic, my mother was Protestant, and because of that I got Christened in both churches, so I've got all these names... but my Dad always called me Mick. ↗

— Mickey Spillane

#because #both #called #catholic #churches