I think about food literally all day every day. It's a thing.
I hope my daughter, and one day my granddaughters, will be at Dodgers Opening Day.
I believe, I believe every day is a good day when you paint.
Every day is Earth Day, and I vote we start investing in a secure climate future right now.
Life is like an ice-cream cone, you have to lick it one day at a time.
The essence of acquiring knowledge is not just to have it, but to consistently apply it in your day to day life.
On a good day, my style is librarian chic. On a bad day, it's frumpy mother.
If you count E-mail, I'm on the Internet all day, every day.
Don’t care about day to day things, don’t care about the mundane, but care about what matters.
I'm like a recovering perfectionist. For me it's one day at a time.
I just take it one day at a time. Austin Powers has given me a lot of opportunities as far as my career.
Live one day at a time emphasizing ethics rather than rules.
You drink way too much coffee, Day. I mean all day every—” “And you fuck too much. I mean all day every day.” Day cut God off. “Do I tell you to stop? No. Instead I feed your addiction. Can’t you provide me the same courtesy?
You try to make the most of each day. I'm not big into setting real specific goals. I think, really, if you just focus on every day - and I know that's the oldest cliche in the book, but it really is true. Day 1 of camp means just as much as Day 17 o...
Watching the towers fall in New York, with civilians incinerated on the planes and in the buildings, I felt something that I couldn’t analyze at first and didn't fully grasp (partly because I was far from my family in Washington, who had a very gru...
I wake up. Immediately I have to figure out who I am. It’s not just the body—opening my eyes and discovering whether the skin on my arm is light or dark, whether my hair is long or short, whether I’m fat or thin, boy or girl, scarred or smooth....
That Yank glean is long gone anyway; money, sex, power, it’s gone global – no one has a monopoly on it anymore. The towering skyscrapers of New York had fallen long before the second plane; we all knew it. The twang of the Yank accent doesn’t g...
His words were almost soundless. "I've gotten to a really dark place, Melly. The darkest place I've ever been." "You don't have to be there anymore," she told him gently. "Don't you know what happens at the darkest point of the day?" He stroked her s...
What are you going to do with your life?" In one way or another it seemed that people had been asking her this forever; teachers, her parents, friends at three in the morning, but the question had never seemed this pressing and still she was no neare...
It was growing dark on this long southern evening, and suddenly, at the exact point her finger had indicated, the moon lifted a forehead of stunning gold above the horizon, lifted straight out of filigreed, light-intoxicated clouds that lay on the sk...
There used to be a rubbish heap under the great tree in Dhoby Ghaut with a sarabat stall parked next to it. It was a low, sprawling rubbish heap made up of the usual things—refuse from dustbins, paper, old tins and slippers and leaves from the tree...
