I pulled cotton at 6 years old and worked on the peanut farm and paper route.
Another method of eating burning coals employs small balls of burned cotton in a dish of burning alcohol.
Our underwear used to just be cotton, but we wanted to see if we could create something out of synthetics.
I'm wearing dead cotton on my limbs and a blush of roses on my face.
It's easier to sell cotton candy than it is to sell broccoli to somebody, but the broccoli is better for you, and the same thing with a limited government.
I was influenced a lot by those around me - there was a lot of singing that went on in the cotton fields.
I grew up hard. I picked cotton and plowed with the mule and fixed the cars and played with the guitar and the piano.
I cotton to the idea that people are much closer to being flawed; they have problems and don't always make the right choices.
It was not an unusual site to see Negro tenant farmers crossing the intersection of Spring and Barbrick on the way to the cotton warehouse
I was born in Glasgow. But my family is pretty much from a little town called Paisley, famous for its cotton mills and paisley pattern.
I thought I was funny as a kid. I used to play tricks on my brothers - I'd tie a two-shilling piece to a bit of cotton, then pull it away as they went to grab it.
I am a huge fan of big cotton underpants; they're comfortable. I wear them every day.
Mr. Cotton's Parrot: Dead men tell no tales...
Bits and pieces flung into the universe, sticking in the sky like cotton balls on a jet black velcro surface.
I try to apply the organic concept to my clothes and bedding as well. There's nothing like swimming in organic cotton sheets.
Children worked in the mills: "I will always believe that children are designed for green meadows and play, not for factories and cotton dust.
Everybody that you could name would join in our audiences from, Laguardia on down. Everybody came. Everybody came to the Cotton Club.
The white men of the South had better make up their minds that the blacks will remain in the South just as long as corn will tassel and cotton will bloom into whiteness.
When I'm rhyming it's all in my head... Like the slaves, when they were picking cotton, they would block out their minds. They would sing.
I got a phone call from Fearne Cotton. It was amazing! I literally couldn't believe it. It was so cool. It was the night before I was going on her show to sing on the 'Live Lounge.' She was so lovely.
The wind crooned softly as it dusted the snow against the windows, wrapping them in a thick and fluffy cotton blanket.
