My favorite Twombly is 'Apollo and the Artist,' with the big 'Apollo' written across it.
Sometimes you stumble across a few chords that put you in a reflective place.
It's a big battle to bring quality stuff into theaters across America, for sure.
Talking doesn't get your point across but listening does.
Sometimes you film in your hometown, sometimes you go halfway across the world.
Corporate tax dodging impacts us across generations and over time. It is corrosive. It is unethical. It is unsustainable.
Negotiations are a euphemism for capitulation if the shadow of power is not cast across the bargaining table.
I know there's a big bad world out there, but I rarely come across it.
I think I'm very real as a person, and that comes across in my work.
It's rare that I come across actors who are willing to work as hard on the material as I am.
It is a neglected but essential fact that we cannot appreciate the relationship between religion and violence unless we grasp the nature and meaning of the two partners in this relationship. Yet our understandings both of religion and of violence are...
In our national parlance, what's usually meant by the word "maverick" is someone who skirts the edge of sanity--or is so insane as to appear sane--who then does something absolutely insane and yet, after the passage of time, and especially if the mav...
I continued to move my fingers across his skin exactly as I had before, but I needed to make a decision. I had reached for him, but I could back out of it by trailing my fingers down his arm and settling my hand in his, like I wanted us to be friends...
You're a Shadowhunter," he said. "You know how to deal with injuries." He slid his stele across the table toward her. "Use it." "No," Clary said, and pushed the stele back across the table at him. Jace slammed his hand down on the stele. "Clary—" "...
You’re the mayfly,' he murmurs. And then Evan Walker kisses me. Holding my hand across his chest, his other hand sliding across my neck, his touch feathery soft, sending a shiver that travels down my spine into my legs, which are having a hard time...
The keeping of lists was for November an exercise kin to repeating of a rosary. She considered it neither obsessive nor compulsive, but a ritual, an essential ordering of the world into tall, thin jars containing perfect nouns. Enough nouns connected...
To call that writing, madam, is an insult to quills and ink across the world.
Don’t make me climb across this desk and slap you, because I will.
Wings of a half finished book across his chest.
I delight in my family obligations, but they leave little time for breaks let alone quick trips across the country.
His dreamscape sent a tongue of fire across my flowers
