Every bad situation is a blues song waiting to happen.
I saw 'Mahogany' and 'Lady Sings the Blues' when I was little and thought, 'That's what I want to do.'
I look up in the sky, what do I see? Well blue.
When you're young, the blue blazer feels like a grown-up costume.
Nice Guy Eddie: C'mon, throw in a buck! Mr. Pink: Uh-uh, I don't tip. Nice Guy Eddie: You don't tip? Mr. Pink: Nah, I don't believe in it. Nice Guy Eddie: You don't believe in tipping? Mr. Blue: You know what these chicks make? They make shit. Mr. Pi...
Yo, beautiful. Come pop this collar off me.” Natalya hissed, “Are you mad?” “What’s she gonna do? Vivisect me? Imprison me? We’ve got a pact to fulfill,remember?” To Dorada, she cried, “Seriously, sweetheart, shake that mummified ass ...
The collar had restrained his winds but not killed them. They uncoiled from behind the shadows, ready to surround her, to lift her up, to carry her away with only Ariel’s silk-clad arms wrapped about her to keep her from falling. , they whispered t...
I live in the Managerial Age, in a world of "Admin." The greatest evil is not now done in those sordid "dens of crime" that Dickens loved to paint. It is not done even in concentration camps and labour camps. In those we see its final result. But it ...
And indeed there will be time To wonder, 'Do I shed?' and, 'Do I shed?' Time to turn back and stretch out on the bed, And give myself a bath before I'm fed -- (They will say: 'It's the short-haired ones I prefer.') My flea collar buckled neatly in my...
Only then did I see. Something was amiss with Patrick's snap-on one piece, or "onesie" as we manly dads like to call it. His chubby thighs, I now realized, were squeezed into the armholes, which were so tight they must have been cutting off his circu...
Older Scout: [narrating] Maycomb was a tired old town, even in 1932 when I first knew it. Somehow, it was hotter then. Men's stiff collars wilted by nine in the morning; ladies bathed before noon, after their 3 o'clock naps, and by nightfall were lik...
Scott Smith: [Harvey and Scott are finally sitting down to dinner] Don't say ANYTHING. Harvey Milk: [tucks his napkin under the collar of his shirt, eats a bite] Can I just tell you... Scott Smith: If you say anything, about politics, or the campaign...
Bobbi Flekman: You put a *greased naked woman* on all fours with a dog collar around her neck, and a leash, and a man's arm extended out up to here, holding onto the leash, and pushing a black glove in her face to sniff it. You don't find that offens...
...my soul bleeding tears of anguish
I don't need anything to get high. I'm high on life.
And no child deserved to die for defending her father, no matter who she was
The sky is a blue so clean it verges on joy.
The sun is up, the sky is blue It's beautiful, and so are you
May you bring unconditional love and infinite peace.
While appearing weak is okay, giving in to weakness is definitely not.
When we talk about mortality we are talking about our children.
