General Alfred Jodl: [German military personnel are frantically burning papers in a disordered headquarters as they prepare to retreat] [Subtitle] General Alfred Jodl: Hurry, Steiger. I want everything destroyed. Papers, maps, everything! Capt. Oskar...
The process is always the same. I get an inspiration for a new song, I put it down on paper immediately so I won't lose it. When I am ready to go to the studio with it, I play it a few times on the piano and edit, add, and type the lyrics and take it...
Nothing snubs quite like a cat. What evolutionary purpose did it serve, this inherent disdain, this artful blanking?
...the answer is not in the damn blank page - it's in the days or years before and you have to dredge it up - exhume the past again ...
and yet a child’s utter innocence is but its blank ignorance, and the innocence more or less wanes as intelligence waxes.
Erik got to his feet, aware of her watching him, and tried not to preen at the frank admiration in her eyes. Preening was not manly.
He was conscious of nothing except the blankness of the page in front of him, the itching of the skin above his ankle, the blaring of the music, and a slight booziness caused by the gin.
Losing Chloe had been like reading a wonderfulook only to realize that all the pages past a certain point were blank.
You going to be a scientist when you grow up?” That sort of question deserved a blank stare, which it got.
My printer printed off blank pages. Is my printer out of ink, or do I just have nothing to say?
Routine is the one thing the can get you killed. It tells the enemy where you're going and when you're going to be there.
A jet may be perfect for breaking the speed of sound, but a brick is designed to break the speed of silence. Just listen to that quietness.
Blankets could be used to make perimeter walls, to keep out an invading army wielding pillows instead of swords.
A brick could be analyzed in the lab, broken down into olfactory components, and repackaged as an air freshener that promises that “new home” smell.
A brick could be used as a bottle opener. Just don’t smash down too hard, or you’ll shatter the bottle.
A brick could be used as the ultimate bug crusher. But why you’d use a brick as a shoe, I have no idea.
A brick could be used to cook with, as a thickening agent in gravy. But as history proves, the thickest agents work for the government as tax collectors.
A brick could be used as a door handle. On an all-brick house this would be great, but on an all-brick car it’d be even better.
The clouds blanketed the city, and the rain sounded like bricks hitting the roof. I hope my cat’s not still sleeping up there.
A brick could be used as 1,2, and 4. But not 3. No, 3 is too holy for a brick. 3 is a number so magical it can only be used by a blanket.
Used is to sued, as brick is to Kricb, and that is such a profound observation on my part that I’m afraid I don’t fully grasp it at the moment.
