My favorite thing in the world is a box of fine European chocolates which is, for sure, better than sex.
I will not retire while I've still got my legs and my make-up box.
We don't have to stand on a soap-box and preach because hopefully we're channelling it through the new record.
To think outside the box, first you need to know what YOU & OTHERS are thinking inside.
Acting's all about stepping out of the box, so I don't want to go to work every day and play Cassie Scerbo at all.
The biggest handicap in research is an ability to think outside the box. The handicap is being encumbered by all the conventional wisdom in a given field.
Except in a very few matches, usually with world-class performers, there is a point in every match (and in some cases it's right at the beginning) when the loser decides he's going to lose. And after that, everything he does will be aimed at providin...
I am writing this on a computer that I can’t imagine living without. This is an alarming thought, the extent to which I have organised my life around a metal box full of wires (and, via the Internet, to many other metal boxes full of wires). Someon...
Sadly, the signals that allow men and women to find the partners who most please them are scrambled by the sexual insecurity initiated by beauty thinking. A woman who is self-conscious can't relax to let her sensuality come into play. If she is hungr...
The dial of the clock wears out unevenly; Most worn Is the area round eight. As it is stared at with abrasive glances unfailingly twice a day, It is weathered away. On the other side The area at two Is only half as worn, For closed eyes at night Pass...
We're human. We all occasionally wet ourselves. No one is really better than anyone else. We're just all trying to make it through the year as best we can. We screw up sometimes. We succeed sometimes. We laugh. We cry. We go on. Those are the things ...
It was madness to leave without your useless shit. You came in with it, you left with it--that was how it worked. What would you use to clutter a new office with if not your useless shit? We could remember Old Brizz with this box of useless shit, shi...
Donna: You really believe in all that stuff, don't you? Wilfred Mott (Bernard Cribbins): It's all over the place these days. If I wait here long enough... Donna: I don't suppose you've seen a little blue box. Wilfred: Is that slang for something? Don...
Woody: Wait a minute, you turned on the TV last night, not Jessie. Stinky Pete the Prospector: We have an eternity to spend at the museum together. Let's not put it in a fight. Woody: You really ARE Stinky Pete, aren't you? Jessie: Prospector, this i...
[Frawley, Dino and a Vericom crew chief are looking up at another crew member examining the hacked junction box above the bank that was robbed] Vericom Crew Chief: They obviously knew how to work the box, but I like the way they zapped the bipper to ...
Rose unearthed three crystal goblets that almost matched, and even found a tablecloth that hadn't been attacked by moths since its last public appearance.
I felt a Cleaving in my Mind— As if my Brain had split— I tried to match it—Seam by Seam— But could not make it fit.
I've seen women-and men too, sometimes-as canna bear the sound of their own thoughts, and they maybe dinna make such good matches with those who can.
And they were quiet but their blood and nerves and butterflies were not—they were rampantly alive, rushing and thrumming in a wild and perfect melody, matched note for note.
A kid of your age—any kid—could get hold of matches if she wanted to, burn up the house or whatever. But not many do. Why would they want to?
It's delicious to have people adore you, but it's exhausting, too. Particularly when your own feelings don't match theirs.
