In the world of Facebook and Twitter, you can treasure hunt for tidbits about somebody that you find interesting and pretty much find out everything you need to know - which is why I stay away from social media - I'm terrified of it.
When I do an album I try to find a producer that's excited about something that they want me to sing, and I check with the record company to find out what they think they can sell - which is their No. 1 priority.
But on the other hand, in the midst of the chaos, you find normal people. You find people who are willing to risk their lives to tell you what they saw, even though they have no dog in the fight.
A changeling is one child substituted for another. I couldn't find anything more apt. We had to kind of fight that supernatural element in the publicity, and I offered to try and find another title, but Clint liked it, and it stayed.
People seem to set there standards to high. They let Society distort there idea of finding that life partner. If you're willing to let go of the conformity and individualize your ideas that's when you will find true and utter happiness.
A novel's whole pattern is rarely apparent at the outset of writing, or even at the end; that is when the writer finds out what a novel is about, and the job becomes one of understanding and deepening or sharpening what is already written. That is fi...
In our case, finding a Lucy is unique. No one will ever find another Lucy. You can't order one from a biological supply house. It's a unique discovery, a unique specimen.
There's certainly pressure to find your audience early. You need to paint the picture, but it's tough trying to find the balance between a show that people can tune in on any given week while still grabbing the people who are there every week.
I can find every jacket under the sun that I like. But I cannot find trousers cut the way I want them. They're all really tight at the bottom. Nobody does a boot cut on a trouser leg. It drives me crazy.
One would think that in writing about literary men and matters there would be no difficulty in finding a title for one's essay, or that any embarrassment which might arise would be from excess of material. I find this, however, far from being the cas...
Every time you think of a city, you have to think green, green, green. Every time you see concrete jungle, you must find open spaces. And when you find open spaces, make it so people can get to them.
I'm finding myself really angry over spending and the deficit. I'm finding myself really angry over what's happening in the Middle East, the decision to stay in Afghanistan indefinitely. I'm angry about cap and trade. And I've been on record for a lo...
People spend too much time finding other people to blame, too much energy finding excuses for not being what they are capable of being, and not enough energy putting themselves on the line, growing out of the past, and getting on with their lives.
[Lewis and Ed take a wrong turn looking for the river] First Griner: Where you goin' city boy? Lewis: We'll find it. We'll find it. Second Griner: It ain't nothin' but the biggest fuckin' river in the state.
Crush: Oh, it's awesome, Jellyman. The little dudes are just eggs, we leave 'em on a beach to hatch, and then, coo-coo-cachoo, they find their way back to the big ol' blue.
[as Bruce bangs against the door of the sunken ship] Dory: Who is it? Marlin: Dory, help me find a way out! Dory: [to Bruce] Sorry. Could you come back later? We're trying to escape.
Dumbledore: Only a person who wanted to find the Stone - find it, but not use it - would be able to get it. That is one of my more brilliant ideas. And between you and me, that is saying something.
Nathan Arizona Sr.: I got the cops and the Federal BI out there lookin' for my boy... Leonard Smalls: Cops won't find your boy. A cop couldn't find his butt if it had a bell on it.
Dr. John Watson: How did you know I would find you? Sherlock Holmes: You didn't find me. You collapsed a building on me.
Dr. John Watson: Holmes, how did you know I would find you? Sherlock Holmes: You didn't find me, you collapsed a building on me.
Stan: Hey, guys. Do you know where I can find the clitoris? Kyle: The what? Cartman: What, is that like finding Jesus or something?
