sometimes there is too much irony all piled up in the barn, and you have to / pitchfork another steaming pile of irony on top of it all, and you have to / pitchfork another, and another, and another / when the world is shit-streaked with irony that i...
Poverty is death in another form.
What you gain another will lose, for What is there is all there is. What you share another will have, for What is there is enough for all.
Another day without no rain, is another day of sorrow. And if it doesn't rain today, I hope it rains tomorrow.
I gradually realized that I was seeing another example of creative ebb, another step by another art on the road that may indeed end in extinction.
I think that's what I love about writing, is the ability to try to, in a sense, take a vacation from yourself and try to enter the sensibility of another time, another character, another place.
God hath thus ordered it, that we may learn to bear one another’s burdens; for no man is without fault, no man without his burden, no man sufficient of himself, no man wise enough of himself; but we ought to bear with one another, comfort one anoth...
Give more, so that we can build more, put interest in understanding another more in whatever actions one might carry out in life. Because we all are fighting for survival against adversaries and are sometimes falling, but if we stand together and hel...
We know how to be doctors, nurses, lawyers. We know how to be tweeters. We know how to be everything. But how do you just be people? How do you be present with one another? How do you be honest with one another? How do you be compassionate towards on...
Homer: [gunshot in background] Hey Quentin! [another gunshot] Homer: That rocket had to have gone up at least 100 feet didn't it? Quentin: More like two hundred. [another gunshot] Homer: Goddammit. Homer: [another gunshot] Will you cut it out, Roy Le...
The excess of one is the shortage of another.
It is good spinning from another's yarn.
One nail drives in another.
The witness of a rat is another rat.
Beyond the mountain is another mountain.
One beetle recognizes another.
I'm just a woman in love with another woman.
It's always refreshing to step into another time.
Nobody understands another's sorrow, and nobody another's joy.
Not another word, not another thought, not another sniffle. If you need to pass gas, I pray you'll clench your backside and keep walking until we are certainly alone.
...and I shut off my anxious heart and my nervous head as dusk descended into another night, another meaningless merging, another attempt to find myself as I gave myself away.
