The factory of love encompasses all, but on some days, does it seem to be one of suffocation, squeezing its target too tightly? And on other days not tight enough? Or maybe that is the breath of a living love knowing when to protect, when to release,...
[Willy Wonka greets Charlie and Grandpa Joe at the gates of the WONKA factory] Willy Wonka: And who is this gentleman? Charlie Bucket: My grandfather, Grandpa Joe. Willy Wonka: [vigorously shaking Grandpa Joe's hand] Delighted to meet you, sir. Overj...
My dad sold encyclopedias and my mom worked in a factory office.
But alas, the world is not a wish-granting factory.
In the factory we make cosmetics; in the drugstore we sell hope.
However much we obfuscate or ignore it, we know that the factory farm is inhumane in the deepest sense of the word. And we know that there is something that matters in a deep way about the lives we create for the living beings most within our power. ...
In the early 1980s, Graham worked hard to turn the Repository into a respectable business, rather than a ludicrous one: Graham's wife didn't like keeping the sperm at the Escondido estate. Not only had the house been picketed, but a Japanese trespass...
The more telly you do, the more it feels like a factory.
The trains carrying coal to power plants are death trains. Coal-fired power plants are factories of death.
Whatever happened to the good ole days, when children worked in factories?
My parents were Muscovites. They worked at the Kaliber factory.
Factory farming's evil; you know that.
Products are made in the factory, but brands are made in the mind
My grandfather was a shoemaker who worked in a shoe factory.
Hollywood is the dream factory, and no one dreams about older women.
The dream factory of that time was much simpler. As media outlets grew, everything became so complicated.
Violet Beauregarde: What is this, a freak out?
I used to work in a fire hydrant factory. You couldn't park anywhere near the place.
In the Second World War, they're talking about the Japanese traitors and putting them into concentration camps. But companies like DuPont had factories in Germany turning out stuff for the German Army.
No one can say if you are that person who, given good paint, good brushes, and a fine canvas, can produce something better than the factory man. That is, and has always been, beyond the realm of science. You do have the attitude of the dreamer about ...
I want an Oompa-Loompa!' screamed Veruca.
