I'm a middle child, and I'm pretty diplomatic: the peace-maker.
All my roots are still in the prarie country of the Middle West.
There's nothing in the middle of the road but a yellow stripe and dead armadillos.
Country music historically has been sort of middle-aged people's music.
But since the middle of the century in particular, the music has become very irregular in rhythm.
We are just not made up to be middle distance runners.
I'm a pro-capitalist, middle-of-the-road, tepid centrist.
Froth at the top, dregs at bottom, but the middle excellent.
Mr. Eddy: I'm really glad to know you're doin okay. You're *sure* you're okay? Everything alright? Pete Dayton: Yeah? Mr. Eddy: I'm really glad to know you're doin good, Pete. Hey, I want you to talk to a friend of mine. Mystery Man: We've met before...
Like seasonless fowl we migrate… from East Coast to West Coast and back and forth again, for a job, for a friend, for a change, for a kick.
The face and body may be perfect, but if a twisted gene or a malformed egg can produce physical monsters, may not the same process produce a malformed soul?
You are one of the rare people who can separate your observation from your preconception. You see what is, where most people see what they expect.
Oh, I guess I'm physically able to father a child. That's not what I'm thinking. I'm too closely married to a quiet reading lamp".
During the years he was never sick, except of course for the chronic indigestion which was universal, and still is, with men who live alone, cook for themselves, and eat in solitude.
Money's easy to make if it's money you want. But with few exceptions people don't want money. They want luxury and they want love and they want admiration.
If a story is not about the hearer he [or she] will not listen . . . A great lasting story is about everyone or it will not last. The strange and foreign is not interesting--only the deeply personal and familiar.
It is easy, out of laziness, out of weakness, to throw oneself into the lap of deity, saying, 'I couldn't help it; the way was set.' But think of the glory of the choice!
Dor woke again as dawn came. The sun had somehow gotten around to the east, where the land was, and dried off so that it could shine again.
Man, me and Biggie were the biggest artists in New York. When he passed, I was so messed up. My attitude was messed up about him dying. There was an East-West thing back then, and I was in war mode.
People forget how dominant Public Enemy became in the mid '80s. No one talks about how transformative they were. And then that led to the '90s and the sort of East Coast v. West Coast stuff, which is kinda when I came of age.
Melrose is the finest remaining specimen of Gothic architecture in Scotland. Some of the sculptured flowers in the cloister arches are remarkably beautiful and delicate, and the two windows - the south and east oriels - are of a lightness and grace o...
