Apparently, the world is not a wish-granting factory.
Sexy isn’t my middle name. Lust-factory is, with the hyphen.
The chemistry involved made everything Factory did quite special.
Why are so many companies stuck in this factory model of working?
In our factory, we make lipstick. In our advertising, we sell hope.
The medieval university looked backwards; it professed to be a storehouse of old knowledge. The modern university looks forward, and is a factory of new knowledge.
Factories not what they used to be - they're all extremely high-tech.
Man's nature, so to speak, is a perpetual factory of idols.
Schools are not exam factories for the rat race.
The factory that my grandmother had put under the house to produce these green men to come get me.
Caroline Cunningham: It's like a brain factory in here.
The factories were heavily bombed, but practically the construction work had been redone very quickly.
Grace is costly because it calls us through our person to the person of Jesus Christ. And when we follow the person of Jesus Christ, when we follow his call through our person, we're sent to act for the concrete person of our neighbor in the world.
Pilfering was common in Communist China’s state-owned enterprises, as the Party secretaries were slack in guarding properties that belonged to the government and poorly paid workers felt it fair compensation for their low pay. The practice was so w...
[Jeff won't answer the phone, Lowell is on the telephone to the manager of the hotel he is at] Lowell Bergman: I want you to tell him, in this - in these words: "Get on the fucking phone!" The Hotel Worker: I can't say that. Lowell Bergman: No, you c...
The attitude and capacity of the factory, the old metal table and the new ideas of the wooden furniture quickly and naturally suggested the possibility of metal furniture.
As touchy as cabaret performers and as stubborn as factory machinists....
If you say no to cruel factory farm practices, only then will the government say yes to change.
Factories are the workplaces of our National Socialist racial comrades.
Pork was in 1971, and I stopped hanging out at The Factory by like 1973.
Sam Beauregarde: Violet! You're turning violet, Violet!
