Listen, child—if you’re at a party with a hundred people and one of them is the devil, he’ll be the last one you’d suspect.
The duke understood the danger in having an important conversation too often in one's head before having it with the intended party.
a real partnership in which all parties help all others to be more fully themselves
Partying means drinking. It also means playing records by Lou Reed and Chicago, which I thought was a city but is also a band it turns out.
One of the expedients of party to acquire influence, within particular districts, is to misrepresent the opinions and aims of other districts.
But I’m just going to be out there having a tea party with her cats or whatever it is she has in mind." Adrian
I almost get killed at most parties. Hence, you can tell that's how much I love them.
In New York one lives in the moment rather more than Socrates advised, so that at a party or alone in your room it will always be difficult to guess at the long term worth of anything.
I think we need one recognized, respected public figure to make a tough, blunt statement on just what Reagan's record is and what he might do to the country, let alone the Republican Party before Christmas.
The South has a way of worshipping appearances - the suburbs are all about presentation and amazing flowers and a beautiful yard and dinner parties that impress people and having the Christmas lights just right.
Work-home-work-home, that's being an actor. Being a rock star? I get to travel the world, meet all the fans in person, party with my fans every night, and people who appreciate the art.
So this is how the merchant ship won’t follow us,” I mumbled, “They aren’t insane enough to join the party.
Don't be such a party-pooper, missy --when you're well and truly screwed, either you just sit pissing yourself or you invent some reason to hope.
[Ella] “Again, I ask, whose side are you on?” [Lola] “The side that has the least Dorito-flavored vomit on the floor after the party.
Is there anything sadder than the scrawniest little piece of uneaten chicken at a dinner party?” “Hmm,” said Jules. “Yes. The Holocaust.
The party in Alobar’s head, which agitation and anxiety were throwing, now was crashed by a notion: existence can be rearranged.
I am more than a little jealous that the wonder I am party to has been sprinkled over Salinger's gray head.
I figured even the most jaded and cynical inhabitant might report a bloody girl in a party dress carrying a severed head by its hair.
Away from the bright motion of the party, she carried her sadness like a dark stone clenched in her palm.
I hate studying and I hate partying. But I'm okay with motocross. And muscles. Motocross and Muscles. Now that should be a Lifetime movie.
It struck Mort with sudden, terrible poignancy that Death must be the loneliest creature in the universe. In the great party of Creation, he was always in the kitchen.
