#why

My feeling is that the hero has now been defined by phrases like the odious one that we were all raised with - crimes does not pay. Of course it pays, you schmuck. That's not why we don't do it. We don't do it because it is wrong. ↗

— Frank Miller

#been #course #crimes #defined #does

Why are we so full of restraint? Why do we not give in all directions? Is it fear of losing ourselves? Until we do lose ourselves there is no hope of finding ourselves. ↗

— Henry Miller

#fear #finding #full #give #hope

One of the reasons why so few of us ever act, instead of react, is because we are continually stifling our deepest impulses. ↗

— Henry Miller

#because #continually #deepest #ever #few

My last boyfriend used to always tell me, 'Grow up.' But I say, Why? ↗

— Nicole Miller

#boyfriend #grow #grow up #i #last

Why are we so obsessed with celebrity culture? We have front-page news about divorces instead of front-page news about global warming, about women being abused, about children being abused. We're going on a downward spiral. ↗

— Heather Mills

#being #celebrity #celebrity culture #children #culture

American films are terribly popular all over the world and American movie stars are terribly important. I don't know why. ↗

— Vincente Minnelli

#american films #american movie #films #i #important

For why should we not admire more the angels themselves and the blessed choirs of heaven? ↗

— Giovanni Pico della Mirandola

#angels #blessed #choirs #heaven #more

I don't understand why Europeans and South Americans can take more sophistication. Why is it that Americans need to hear their happiness major and their tragedy minor, and as jazzy as they can handle is a seventh chord? Are they not experiencing complex emotions? ↗

— Joni Mitchell

#complex #emotions #europeans #experiencing #handle

I'm a method actress in my songs, which is why it's hard to sing them. ↗

— Joni Mitchell

#hard #i #method #sing #songs

Patrick's handsome face descended toward mine. He stopped when he was just a whisper away. "You have a beautiful mouth." God, he was magnificent. Such harsh, sensual beauty. The luck of genetics and vampirism and gym time? Who knew? He watched me watching him and I knew he was probably in my head, listening in on my thoughts, my confusion. He grinned, just a little, and I knew that rotten, ugly, fat troll was reading my mind. He laughed, unrepentant, and his breath plumed my lips. How the hell did he do that? How could he pretend to breathe? Or better yet, why did he pretend to breathe? ↗

— Michele Bardsley

#that-s-why #beauty