Ensign Monk: Bud, give me a reading from your liquid oxygen gauge. Virgil: [typing] 5 minuts worth Lindsey Brigman: [shocked] What? Alan "Hippy" Carnes: It took him *thirty* minutes just to get down there! Lindsey Brigman: Bud! Do you hear me? You dr...
Punk rock has become another viable art form. It always was. But now it's like everyone's doing it.
Now I'm a blithering oaf hanging on to the coatsleeves of commerciality.
I live in L.A. Now.
We've come a long way. Power dressing now is designed to let the woman inside us come through.
I don't fear anything now.
What I sell is the higher knowledge of knowing what's next and not following the trend of what's now.
If not now, when?" - Hillel The Pharisee
Everything I do now is a first.
Coffee is my water now.
I'm now the Lord of the Brighton Manor.
Now everyone is a critic.
There are no roses in my yard: what wind brought you? But I suddenly come from far away. I was sick for a moment. No wind whatsoever brought you now. Now you’re here. What you were isn’t you, or else the whole rose would be here.
I can hear clouds drifting across the sky! The worms beneath my feet…demand freedom from the darkness…the secret hopes of humankind…all of it trivial. I can see into other worlds…other universes…they’re calling out to me. They’ve always...
The history of all hitherto existing society is the history of class struggles. Freeman and slave, patrician and plebeian, lord and serf, guildmaster and journeyman, in a word, oppressor and oppressed, stood in constant opposition to one another, car...
now it’s computers and more computers and soon everybody will have one, 3-year-olds will have computers and everybody will know everything about everybody else long before they meet them. nobody will want to meet anybody else ever again and everybo...
Your iPod is whispering in your ear. It was keeping you company, but now it's like a good friend turned bad [...] It is turning your life into a dark, looping rock opera.
Desolina and Tony had attended one-room schoolhouses until the third grade. ... According to Tony, there were hardly enough pencils and sober teachers to go around. [Author's grandparents educational background.]
The Bhagavad Gita—that ancient Indian Yogic text—says that it is better to live your own destiny imperfectly than to live an imitation of somebody else’s life with perfection. So now I have started living my own life. Imperfect and clumsy as it...
Now that you’re here, now that they know you exist, you’ll never be free again. Ever. We’re prisoners to our books, our fates planned long before we were born. You’re no different than us. Fight your fate all you want, but deep down you know ...
Now, money, for the night is coming. Money for my hair, money for my teeth, money for shoes that won't deform my feet (it's not so easy now to walk around in cheap shoes with very high heels), money for good clothes, money, money. The night is coming...
