Uncommon Type Quotes

“Sweet tea with milk, three Oreos, and Bob Roy’s snug and cozy flat helped Sue breathe deeply for the first time in months. She let out a sigh as big as a cresting wave and leaned back into a chair so soft it put the z in cozy. “Okay,” Bob said. “Tell me everything.” She opened up about, well, everything, cued by Bob’s sympathy. He uttered his support at every story, every anecdote: New York was the only place for Sue to be! Shelley and her “yeah, okay” attitude were to be expected from such a see-you-next-Tuesday! The subway was survivable as long as you never made eye contact with anyone. You found an apartment by reading the Rental classifieds in the Times and The Village Voice, but you had to get them early, at seven in the morning, and then you had to hightail it to the apartments with a bag of donuts because the super would always open up for a pretty girl who shared her donuts.”
― Tom Hanks, Uncommon Type: Some Stories

“In New York City real estate parlors took your money and lied to you, drug addicts relieved themselves in plain sight, and the Public Library was closed on Mondays.”
― Tom Hanks, Uncommon Type

“Being Anna’s boyfriend was like training to be a Navy SEAL while working full-time in an Amazon fulfillment center in the Oklahoma Panhandle in tornado season. Something was going on every moment of every day. My 2:30 naps were a thing of the past.”
― Tom Hanks, Uncommon Type: Some Stories

“Casting people look at your picture, then at you to see if it matches. Are you actually a girl? Do you have blond hair? You sporting a rack of any significance? If you’re what they are looking for, they turn over to your résumé, scan your credits and your lies, then scribble down this magic word: callback.” Bob rolled paper into the old Royal, adjusted the margins and tabs, and within minutes had typed out a crisp, clear, and clean résumé that made Sue look like she was as experienced a dreamer as ever hopped a bus to the big city. She could boast of thirty roles. The one thing missing from the paper was her name at the top.”
― Tom Hanks, Uncommon Type: Some Stories

“I’d have bet on seeing Eva Gabor on Forty-Second Street before you. Are you crying?” “No. Yes. Oh, Bobby!” Sue explained: She had been in the city for two months, sleeping on Rebecca’s couch. Her savings were running out. No agents would give her the time of day.”
― Tom Hanks, Uncommon Type: Some Stories

“Kirk, as his defensive stance, pulled out book after book, reading like he was a chain-smoker with a carton of menthols.”
― Tom Hanks, Uncommon Type: Some Stories

“The tubes have to warm up,” he said. “Does this get shortwave from the Soviet Union?” “How’d you know?” “My grandma had a radio like this.” “So did mine! In fact, that’s it.”
― Tom Hanks, Uncommon Type: Some Stories

“Sue stepped into a haven that smelled of candles and lemon-scented dish soap, a cabinet of curiosities, one of which was the bathtub smack dab in the middle of the small kitchen. Bob Roy’s railroad flat was four tight, connected rooms, each stuffed with koombies, knickknacks, doodads, furniture pieces of any style, shelves, books, photos in frames, trophies bought from flea markets, old records, small lamps, and calendars from decades before. “I know,” he said. “It looks like I sell magic potions in here, like I’m an animated badger from a Disney cartoon.” He lit a burner on the stove with a huge kitchen match, then filled a shiny, Olde English–style kettle with water from the tap. As he prepared cups on a tray he said, “Tea in minutes, titmouse. Make a home for yourself.”
― Tom Hanks, Uncommon Type: Some Stories

“deal for us as it was for him. Steve Wong’s grandparents were naturalized in the forties. My dad had escaped the low-grade”
― Tom Hanks, Uncommon Type: Some Stories

“that once-splendid cinema palace and watched movies. Now it’s”
― Tom Hanks, Uncommon Type: Some Stories

“I’ll ask him what life has been like for him since he twice crossed the equigravisphere. Does he suffer melancholia on a quiet afternoon, as the world spins on automatic?”
― Tom Hanks, Uncommon Type: Some Stories

“In the time I spend lollygagging over my whites and colors, Anna will drywall her attic, prepare her taxes, make her own fresh pasta, and start up a clothing exchange on the Internet.”
― Tom Hanks, Uncommon Type: Some Stories

“Would you own a stereo and never listen to records? Typewriters must be used. Like a boat must sail. An airplane h to fly. What good is a piano you never play? It gathers dust and there is no music in your life.”
― Tom Hanks, Uncommon Type

“I think NYC comes off way better on TV and in the movies, when a taxi is just a whistle away and superheroes save the day. In the real world (ours) every day in Gotham is a little like the Macy’s Thanksgiving Day Parade and a lot like Baggage Claim after a long, crowded flight.”
― Tom Hanks, Uncommon Type: Some Stories

“Do you have any music from the last twenty years?”
― Tom Hanks, Uncommon Type: Some Stories

“I can never move out of this place, it would take me years to pack,” Bob called from the kitchen, only eight feet away. “Turn on the radio, would you?” “If I can find it,” Sue said and heard his laugh in response. She had to focus out so much clutter, like she was in a Lost and Found Forgotten by Time, until she saw it. The radio was a blond-wood-paneled box as big as an ice chest, with circular knobs like thick poker chips and four lines of numbers for different frequencies”
― Tom Hanks, Uncommon Type: Some Stories

“Most actresses craved such adoration and demanded the largest dressing room, but Sue Gliebe wanted nothing more than to be onstage. After three seasons, she had not changed a whit and Bob Roy loved her all the more.”
― Tom Hanks, Uncommon Type: Some Stories

“Until… “Sue Gliebe!” a man’s voice called out. “You little titmouse!” Bob Roy was the only man in the world who called her a titmouse. Bob Roy had been the general business manager of the ACLO but lived in New York City. He was a Theater Professional contracted for the season and a homosexual. He had once been an actor on Broadway and he’d done commercials in the 1960s but went into theater management for steady work. Running the Civic Light Opera out west was a summer camp for him—he did it every year—and took his duties a little less seriously than he did laughing and gossiping.”
― Tom Hanks, Uncommon Type: Some Stories

“In New York City real estate parlors took your money and lied to you, drug addicts relieved themselves in plain sight, and the Public Library was closed on Mondays. Sue was crying, right there on Forty-Second Street between Fifth Avenue and Sixth or, according to the map, the Avenue of the Americas. Sobbing, gasping, tears, the big show.”
― Tom Hanks, Uncommon Type: Some Stories

“expecting”
― Tom Hanks, Uncommon Type: Some Stories

“To circle the globe, a ship needs only a sail, a wheel, a compass, and a clock.”
― Tom Hanks, Uncommon Type: Some Stories

“In the real world (ours) every day in Gotham is a little like the Macy’s Thanksgiving Day Parade and a lot like Baggage Claim after a long, crowded flight.”
― Tom Hanks, Uncommon Type: Some Stories

“engine, go into a high-rise”
― Tom Hanks, Uncommon Type: Some Stories

“My first game was a 126, then I stopped caring because, well, we had bowled the week before and to my sensibility four games of bowling in one year is a fine total.”
― Tom Hanks, Uncommon Type: Some Stories

“His eyes were rolled up into the back of his head as he dreamed he was still in high school, unable to dial the correct combination for his gym locker.”
― Tom Hanks, Uncommon Type: Some Stories

“Насколько я мог судить по затылку, лицо Стива смахивало на посмертную маску с открытыми глазами.”
― Tom Hanks, Uncommon Type

“In the Pre-Adventure room, Bert was rechecked by the”
― Tom Hanks, Uncommon Type: Some Stories

“The old man blinked at the young lady, "You are seeking permanence."
"I guess I am!”
― Tom Hanks, Uncommon Type

“Керк горячо любил маму и сестер — не меньше, чем саму жизнь, — но давным-давно смирился с тем, что женская половина семьи подобна скрипучему колесу на ухабистой дороге. Отец, вожак прайда, исполнял две обязанности — кормильца и миротворца, причем без выходных. Неудивительно, что серфинг служил ему не только для поддержания физической формы, но и для ментально-астральной терапии. Для Керка этот выезд с отцом обещал стать объединяющим знаком доверия, чисто мужским сговором, именинным объятием с классическими похлопываниями по спине: мол, в курсе только мы двое, ты и я. Назовите хотя бы одну семью, где отцу и сыну не нужны такие моменты.

- Родители огорчатся, если я откажусь от своего имени.
- По приезде в Нью-Йорк первым делом полагается огорчить родителей.

— У меня почерк отвратный, детский, — продолжила она. — Всю мою писанину можно отправлять на психиатрическую экспертизу. Я не из тех, кто печатает между глотками и затяжками. Мне хочется доверить бумаге те немногие истины, до которых я дошла своим умом.

Что толку держать дома фортепиано, если на нем не играешь? Оно только собирает пыль, а твою жизнь музыкой не наполняет.

- Что правда, то правда. На птичьем дворе последняя курочка - это я.

Эти слова легли на душу Берта, как множество лёгких поцелуев.

Но "Нью-Йорк, Нью-Йорк" оказался городом без конца и края: он бросал отсвет на небо, золотил низкие облака, пускал по дрожащей воде цветной дым.”
― Tom Hanks, Uncommon Type

“Are you flirting with me?”
“No,” Anna said. “I’m propositioning you. Totally different thing. Flirting is fishing. Maybe you hook up, maybe you don’t. Propositioning is the first step in closing a deal.”
― Tom Hanks, Uncommon Type