I'd ice-skated before, because I'm Canadian and that's what you do as a kid, but I'd never, ever been on quad skates.
I never want to hurt anyone on the ice. That's not the type of player I am.
My God, if I had a heart, I would write my hate on ice, and wait for the sun to show.
Despite the usual idea of a figure skater, I have no rhythm when it comes to even walking off the ice. I fall off curbs all the time.
Manfred: If you find a mate in life, you should be loyal. In your case, grateful.
[on Sid's clumsy attempts to scale a cliff] Manfred: You're an embarrassment to nature. Ya know that?
As technology keeps improving, the price of oil keeps rising, and the ice keeps melting, Arctic energy is bound to be an increasingly bigger part of the global mix.
What I love the most is getting on the ice and just popping in a fabulous CD and skating - all by myself, the rink completely empty, just me and the music.
I'm most comfortable definitely when I'm on the ice. I love to play. It's something that I just love to do.
You are ice and fire the touch of you burns my hands like snow.
Russia perhaps is still entertaining the possibility that the moons of Mars might have access to ice or water.
When you have a watch on, it just sets everything off. It's the icing on the cake when it comes to your entire look.
Silence is the best reply to those who provoke you. Smile is like icing on the cake.
I sipped my own coffee, heavy on the sugar and cream, trying to make up for the late work the night before. Caffeine and sugar, the two basic food groups.
The diseconomies of capitalism are treated as the public's responsibility. Corporate America skims the cream and leaves the bill for us to pay, then boasts about how productive and efficient it is and complains about our wasteful government.
I had a dream about you. You made the coffee and I made love to your sister. Everybody agrees: we need more cream.
I have a coffee table, but I don’t like it. I think it could use some more cream and sugar. Plus, it’s entirely too liquid to be a functional piece of furniture.
I’m currently drinking a coffee cup full of yesterday and thinking about tomorrow. My past is so dark it makes me think my future could use some cream.
Page after page, advert after advert. Lipsticks, undies, tinned food, patent medicines, slimming cures, face-creams. A sort of cross-section of the money world. A panorama of ignorance, greed, vulgarity, snobbishness, whoredom and disease.
He was wearing a gleaming cream-coloured linen suit, and a Panama hat. The weirdest thing about this was that he was not the most outlandish-looking person in the room by a long way. Not that Little Miss Dresses-Like-Bogart over here has a right to c...
This was the cream of marriage, this nightly turning out of the day's pocketful of memories, this deft habitual sharing of two pairs of eyes, two pairs of ears. It gave you, in a sense, almost a double life: though never, on the other hand, quite a s...
