The truth of God's Word cuts through the good and bad of our lives like a trowel digging up hard-to-remove weeds without damaging the plant.
In my twenties I would be skeptical of a bad haircut, but once you turn thirty it's more about whether he a nice person and does he open the door for me. Once you turn thirty-five, it's more about would he make a good father. And even if you're just ...
Have I ever pretended to be something? I think back in college I think I might have told a girl that I was a professional tennis player once. And then, of course, she had never heard of me so I had to dig deeper. 'I'm just sort of on the playing sate...
I have to tell everyone that when I finish a film and it goes out and is released, I never look at my films again. I don't like looking back. I don't even like talking about 'em! So I'm really digging back in my memory because I don't like to sit and...
Mr. Fox: The whole time I was putting paw over paw with your mother digging beside me, and I thought to myself: I wonder who this little boy... Ash: Or girl! Mr. Fox: Right, 'cause at the time we didn't know. I wonder who this little boy or girl is g...
Danny: Willie, since I was a boy, I hate and fear little rooms, closets, caves. Willie: But Danny, you've dug seventeen tunnels. Over seventeen! Danny: Because I must get out! I hide the fear, and I dig. Tomorrow night in the tunnel with all those me...
Ambulance Driver: We had to dig him out from under the most peculiar things I ever saw. Dr. Hill: What things? Ambulance Driver: Well, I don't know what they are; I never saw them before. They looked like great big seed pods. Dr. Hill: Where was the ...
Margaret Lord: Are you one of the musicians? Macaulay Connor: No! Margaret Lord: Oh of course, you're Junius's friend. Only you're not. Do you have any violin strings? Macaulay Connor: [digs in his pocket] I have an aspirin. Will that work? Margaret ...
Russell Hammond: And you can tell Rolling Stone magazine that my last words were... I'm on drugs! [crowd cheers] William Miller: Russell! I think we should work on those last words! Russell Hammond: I got it, I got it. Last words - I dig music. [a fe...
And every nation which shall war against thee, O house of Israel, shall be turned one against another, and they shall fall into the pit which they digged to ensnare the people of the Lord. And all that fight against Zion shall be destroyed, and that ...
He trailed off as his watery blue gaze fell on Sailor. "And who's this strapping fellow?" "My... fiancé." I put my arm through Sailor's. He looked down at me, aghast at the suggestion of intimacy. "Well, that's some woman you've got there, young man...
It seemed too as if many of the people were on display, behaving as if they expected to be looked at, as if they were on show: so many of them seemed to be wearing costumes, not just policemen and firemen and waiters and shop assistants, but people i...
He's at ease, his body sculpted to the music, his shoulder searching the other shoulder, his right toe knowing the left knee, the height, the depth, the form, the control, the twist of his wrist, the bend of his elbow, the tilt of his neck, notes dig...
We're going to meet a lot of lonely people in the next week and the next month and the next year. And when they ask us what we're doing, you can say, We're remembering. That's where we'll win out in the long run. And someday we'll remember so much th...
Sometimes stories get on my nerves--especially the ones where unfair things keep happening to the hero over and over, for no reason at all, and he valiantly overcomes it all. Life isn't like that. Not every hero can stay valiant. Sometimes, they can'...
Our task is to build cultural fortresses to protect our emerging nativeness. They must be strong enough to hold at bay the powers of consumerism, the powers of greed and envy and pride. One of the most effective ways for this to come about would be f...
Her ankle was screaming like a blonde in a horror flick... Huffing a little, she once more wished that being a witch was lot more like Harry Potter made it out to be and a lot less like being a good cook. This whole situation would be vastly improved...
I've lived here ... my whole life. It's where I lost all my baby teeth. Where tiny hamster, gerbil, and bird skeletons lie in rotted-out cardboard coffins beneath the oak tree in our backyard. Also where, if some future archaeologist goes digging, th...
The digging continues ... Ground Zero it looks more and more like a construction site. Too much of the horror is gone. No fire. No smoke ... What was war becomes peace, becomes peaceful. But in the coil of my testicles there's an angry residue and in...
Make doing your best a habit, and you’ll never know not doing your best. If you build roads, then build them Roman—make them last two thousand years. Dig ditches as if you were taking them to the state fair to win another blue ribbon for best dit...
Also, Willie, I dig telling the truth. Words can be twisted but a photo never lies. Sutton laughs. What’s funny? Photographer says. Nothing. Except—that’s pure horseshit kid. I can’t think of anything that lies more than a photo. In fact ever...
