#war

For the moment and for some time great events have been denied me, forward action not come my way. ↗

— John Burns

#been #come #denied #events #forward

In my teens, I joined the Parachute Regiment. I jumped out of lots of airplanes, as much as the Government budget would allow us to. I did two active tours of duty: Northern Ireland, and then the Falklands war. ↗

— Mark Burnett

#allow #budget #did #duty #falklands

I'm always aware of who my core audiences are and I serve that niche. ↗

— Edward Burns

#audiences #aware #core #i #niche

Firmness in enduring and exertion is a character I always wish to possess. I have always despised the whining yelp of complaint and cowardly resolve. ↗

— Robert Burns

#character #complaint #cowardly #despised #enduring

I would like to do a science fiction film some day. Star Wars seems really to have destroyed the genre, which at one time offered great musical opportunities. ↗

— Carter Burwell

#destroyed #fiction #film #genre #great

This is a war universe. War all the time. That is its nature. There may be other universes based on all sorts of other principles, but ours seems to be based on war and games. ↗

— William Burroughs

#games #may #nature #other #ours

I play the guitar. This year at the Sundance film festival, I joined the band from 'The Guitar' on stage. We warmed up for Patti Smith, and then the director Michel Gondry got on the drums to play some songs from the soundtrack to his film Be Kind Rewind with Mos Def. It was pretty mad. ↗

— Saffron Burrows

#be kind #def #director #drums #festival

People are complicated. Our behavior towards one another is strange. So I like opportunities to investigate that. ↗

— Michael Fassbender

#behavior #complicated #i #investigate #like

I was dreaming about this—except it feels even better than I thought it would. Fucking fantastic. Clean sheets. You" Warrick moved across and kissed him gently, exactly as he’d imagined. Soft cotton and warm skin against him, soothing and luxurious. Hand on his back, touching carefully. He had a moment of fear that this was the dream, that soon he would wake up in the cell. Then a noise distracted him: distant firing in the city. He tensed, and Warrick’s hand stroked a circle over his shoulder-blade. More firing, but it was nothing to do with him. Nothing to worry about, even if he could manage it. Safe, here. He recaptured the tail end of a thought, before it disappeared into sleep. "Just you. ‘S enough." If Warrick said anything in reply, Toreth didn’t hear it. ↗

— Manna Francis

#manna-francis #the-administration #toreth-x-warrick #dreams

As long as we are engaged in storytelling that moves the culture forward, it doesn't matter what format it is. ↗

— LeVar Burton

#engaged #format #forward #long #matter