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“Raksin worked for Alfred Hitchcock, about whom one of the most famous Raksin anecdotes was spoken. The legendary director declared he wanted no music at all for the oceanic Lifeboat, because he felt audiences would wonder where the music was coming from in the middle of the sea. Raksin said, Ask Hitch where the cameras are coming from.”

“Rakı içen kadın gülüyorsa, o gülüşün ardında en az dokuz roman, on dört tane de film repliği yatar. Rakı içen kadının gülüşünde bu dünyanın en zararsız mutluluğu vardır çünkü: Büyük güler, büyük susar. (...) Rakı içen kadın, baharın ta kendisidir: Keyfine doyum olmayan bir akşamüstü sonrasında, bir kıyıda köşede gecesefası gibi açar. Rakı içen kadın, afet-i devrandır. Rakıda, ruhlarımızın tüm çingene dekoru saklıdır ve çok sevdiğin yazarların, şairlerin ve filozofların gölgesinde, rakı içen kadınları gerçekten sevdiğini anlarsın. (...) Rakı içen kadın, rakıyı lıkır lıkır içiyorsa, başka bir anlamı oluverir o gecenin; rakıyı ağırdan alıyorsa, bambaşka bir anlamı... Ehlikeyiflere sığmaz gecenin çakırkeyfi. Bilirsin ki rakı içen kadın, herkesle rakı içmez ve eğer seninle rakı içiyorsa, senin için kalbinde en az yüz elli metrekare daha yer vardır. Rakı içen kadın, cihanda sulhtur; ağdalı değil, nağmeli sever.”

“Ralph dichiarò che per lui l’aristocrazia non lasciava un vuoto che la signorina Stackpole stessa non riuscisse a colmare, e che in quel momento non si poteva trovare un uomo più contento di lui. In questo diceva la verità, perché quei frusti giorni di settembre, nell’enorme città semivuota, portavano un fascino avvolto in sé, così come in uno straccio polveroso può essere ravvolta una gemma dai mille colori. Quando a sera rientrava nella casa vuota di Winchester Square, dopo una serie di ore trascorse con le sue relativamente ardenti compagne, s’aggirava per la gran sala da pranzo oscura, dove la candela che egli entrando prendeva dal tavolo nell’atrio costituiva tutta l’illuminazione. La piazza era silenziosa, la casa era silenziosa; se apriva una delle finestre della sala da pranzo per far entrare un po’ d’aria, udiva il lento scricchiolio degli stivali di una solitaria guardia di città. Il suo stesso passo, nella casa vuota, sembrava alto e sonoro; alcuni tappeti erano stati avvolti, e dovunque andasse egli risvegliava una eco malinconica. Si sedeva in una delle poltrone; la grande tavola da pranzo scura luccicava qua e là alla debole luce della candela; i quadri sulle pareti, tutti molto scuri, apparivano vaghi e indistinti. C’era un’aria spettrale, come di pranzi da lungo tempo digeriti, di discorsi conviviali che avevano perduto la loro attualità. Questa punta di soprannaturale forse aveva qualcosa a che vedere con il fatto che la sua fantasia prendeva il volo e che egli rimaneva nella sua poltrona molto più in là dell’ora alla quale avrebbe dovuto essere a letto; senza far niente, senza nemmeno leggere il giornale della sera. Dico che non faceva niente, e confermo l’espressione, proprio perché in quei momenti egli pensava a Isabel. Per lui pensare a Isabel non poteva essere che un ozioso passatempo, che non portava a niente e giovava ben poco ad alcuno. La cugina non gli era mai sembrata così affascinante come in questi giorni trascorsi a scandagliare, alla maniera dei turisti, gli abissi e la superficie dell’elemento metropolitano. Isabel era piena di premesse, di conclusioni, di emozioni; se era venuta in cerca di colore locale, lo trovava dappertutto. Faceva troppe domande perché lui potesse darvi risposta, e varava audaci teorie, su cause storiche ed effetti sociali, che egli era incapace nella stessa misura di accettare o di confutare.”

“Ralph Fiennes was a big hero of mine acting-wise growing up and while I was training. I just find him so watchable. He was playing this very intimidating character when we worked together and it certainly felt like he was in character off set as well! He was very cool. Before a scene, he'd be like, "Come on. Let's improvise. Let's just do stuff." But Jesus Christ. He's Ralph Fiennes!”

“Ralph Gomory, the President of the Alfred P. Sloan Foundation, proposes a tripartite division of science: the known, the unknown, and the unknowable. The known is taught in the schools and universities and is exhibited in the science museums. But scientists are excited by the unknown. Parenthetically, artists go to art museums to learn; scientists do not go to science museums because those museums act as if it's all known and preordained. That may be changing; exemplars are the Exploratorium in San Francisco and the American Museum of Natural History. Gomory's tripartite division proposes three distinct areas: the known, the unknown which may someday become known, and the unknowable, which will never be known. The unknown and the unknowable form the boundary of science. Here are examples of questions for which the answers are today unknown.”

“Ralph Lauren has always stood for providing quality products, creating worlds and inviting people to take part in our dream. We were the innovators of lifestyle advertisements that tell a story and the first to create stores that encourage customers to participate in that lifestyle.”

“Ralph Nader choose the man with whom to share the responsibility of running a distant third, California activist Peter Camejo. You may remember that Camejo ran for president in 1976 on the Socialist Workers Party ticket. Actually, you might only remember that if you run a lesbian, vegetarian, bookstore.”

“Ralph’s horse shifted under him. It sensed the danger, the fear, the icy sweat that ran down his back. He laid a calming hand on the animal’s thick veined neck. Breda had carried him across the battlefield of Edgehill, got him safe away at Aylesbury, Brentford and Turnham. Could they make it back behind Winchester’s walls? The great charger stepped backward. Along their short line, other horses were backing up, tossing their heads, whinnying. ‘As you were!’ Smith held them in check. ‘On my order. Keep close. Together.’ He looked at them. Looked again at the enemy about them. ‘Now! Ride for the gate!”

“Ralph Waldo Emerson once asked what we would do if the stars only came out once every thousand years. No one would sleep that night, of course. The world would become religious overnight. We would be ecstatic, delirious, made rapturous by the glory of God. Instead, the stars come out every night, and we watch television.”

“Ralston didn't care. He turned on his brother as the surgeon knelt next to him and inspected the wound. "She could have been killed!" And what about you?" This time, it was Callie who spoke, her own pent-up energy releasing in anger, and the men turned as one to look at her, surprised that she and found her voice. "What about you and your idiotic pland to somehow restore my honor by playing guns out in the middle of nowhere with OXFORD?" She said the baron's name in disdain. "Like children? Of all the ridiculous, unnecessary, thoughtless, MALE things to do...who even FIGHTS duels anymore?!”

“Ralston looked down his long, elegant nose at the vile creature at his feet, and said, “You just impugned the honor of my future marchioness. Choose your seconds. I will see you at dawn.” Leaving Oxford sputtering on the ground, Ralston spun on one elegant heel to face Benedick. “When I am done with him, I am coming for your sister. And, if you intend to keep me from her, you had better have an army at your side.”

“Ram Dass, Krishna Dass, we all spoke through interpreters. There were good interpreters there, educated people in India speak English but Maharaji was the One, the Baba, Holy Man, mendicant, he didn't speak English. We talked to him and it was hard to know him, he was an ancient holy man and I was a 21 year old seeker. So I never knew what was going on, I mean I don't really know what's going on now, my guess work is a little better perhaps.”

“Ram, ass, and horse, my Kyrnos, we look over With care, and seek good stock for good to cover; And yet the best men make no argument, But wed, for money, runts of poor descent. So too a woman will demean her state And spurn the better for the richer mate. Money's the cry. Good stock to bad is wed And bad to good, till all the world's cross-bred. No wonder if the country's breed declines- Mixed metal, Kyrnos, that but dimly shines.”