I'd rather be a lightning rod than a seismograph.
The best lightning rod for your protection is your own spine.
Are we all just lightning rods for other people's destinies? Is that what it's all about
Even in a less exaggerated description, any verbal account of a person is bound to find itself employing an assortment of waterfalls, lightning rods, landscapes, birds, etc.
Because of my political views, I've been targeted as a lightning rod, someone who's too far out there.
...when people oppose your view, you can become a lightning rod, but if I were you, I'd let them stew...
[...] and unfortunately most women did not seem to have the same urges. Or if they did, they wouldn't admit it. They probably didn't, anyway. But if they did they wouldn't admit it.
...clearly, we're supposed to be together. If this were the internet, seventeen-year-old girls would be writing slash fiction about us as we speak.
I seem to be some sort of lightning rod. I just really irritate people, you know? I really do.
We always expect tremendous criticism. It is my role to be the lightning rod ... to attract the attacks against the organization for our work, and that is a difficult role. On the other hand, I get undue credit.
The reason is that even in a fantasy there is nothing even remotely erotic about a toilet bowl. In fact, considered as an accoutrement to a sexual encounter, a toilet bowl is a real cold shower.
For years, I've had a hankering for the portrait of Benjamin Franklin by Joseph Duplessis. Franklin is credited with so many inventions: the postal system, lightning rods, the constitution. He was a rock star before there was such a thing.
When you think about rock at its origin, and you think of the Beatles and millions of kids screaming as loud as they can and running as fast as they can towards the Beatles, there's no one who is that kind of lightning rod, who commands that kind of ...
Rod Lane: [after tackling Glen on the lawn] It's Rod Lane, bringing Lantz down, just three yards from the goal line! What a brilliant tackle and the crowd goes wild! Tina Gray: What the hell are you doing here? Rod Lane: Came to make up. No big deal....
Spare the rod and spoil the child.
A prijatelji su rod. Rod koji čovek po duši izabira.
Rod McCallister: [watching Old Man Marley] What's he doing now? Buzz McCallister: He walks up and down the streets every night, salting the sidewalks. Rod McCallister: Maybe he's just trying to be nice. Buzz McCallister: No way. See that garbage can ...
If advice will not improve him, neither will the rod.
We know that attention acts as a lightning rod. Merely by concentrating on something one causes endless analogies to collect around it, even penetrate the boundaries of the subject itself: an experience that we call coincidence, serendipity – the t...
Rod McCallister: Who's gonna feed your spider while we're gone? Buzz McCallister: He just ate a whole load of mice guts. He should be good for a couple of weeks. Say... isn't it true that French babes don't shave their pits? Rod McCallister: Some don...
Rod Lane: I had a hard-on this morning when I woke up, Tina... Had your name written all over it. Tina Gray: There's four letters in my name, Rod. How can there be enough room on your joint for four letters? [laughter] Rod Lane: Hey, up yours with a ...
