You have savings?" she was astonished. As a woman who lived on the very extreme edges of her budget, whose credit card bills were a source of monthly concern, the idea of savings was just so alien. But then this was Ed, a different kind of person alt...
She says, "Do you have any rubbers?" I say, I thought she was barren. "Sure, I'm sterile," she says, "but I've had unprotected sex with a million guys. I could have some terrible fatal disease." I say that would only be a problem if I wanted to live ...
From the baking aisle to the post office line to the wrapping paper bin in the attic, women populate every dark corner of Christmas. Who got up at 4 a.m. to put the ham in the oven? A woman. . . . Who sent the Christmas card describing her eighteen-y...
If you happen to be white in a white country; pretty according to the dictates of fashion; rich in a country where money is adored, it’s almost impossible to grow up and to grow up honest inside. It is almost impossible. Most people don’t grow up...
Noah Vosen: Our target is a British national - Simon Ross, a reporter. I want all his phones, his BlackBerry, his apartment, his car, bank accounts, credit cards, travel patterns - I want to know what he's going to think before he does. Every dirty l...
It is the pot that boils but the dish that gets the credit.
You must give credit to coincidence.
Sweet tongues buy horses on credit.
When they discover I have a green card there may be some problems.
[last title card] Title card: As celebrated as he became, he never forgot his roots, contributing over $20 million to African-American Colleges and charities for the blind and deaf. Title card: Ray kept his promise. He never touched heroin again.
A pig bought on credit grunts all the year.
Fair words can buy a horse on credit.
Speech is the deadliest of revealers.' - Hercule Poirot, Cards on the Table
I love a card. You know, cards? At birthdays? I collect them.
You could call me a 'card-carrying feminist,' if there were a card to carry.
Cynicism is the calling card of unhappy people.
A deck of cards is built like the purest of hierarchies, with every card a master to those below it, a lackey to those above it.
Queen of Hearts: Who's been painting my roses red? WHO'S BEEN PAINTING MY ROSES RED? /Who dares to taint / With vulgar paint / The royal flower bed? / For painting my roses red / Someone will lose his head. Card Painter: Oh no, Your Majesty, please! ...
Buying on credit is robbing next year's crop.
I can read the Tarot cards and believe in ghosts.
We have now seen that there is no particle of evidence for the Egyptian origin of Tarot cards.
