In 1957, I was a 16-year-old office boy for the Dodgers.
We were old sinners - but when we came to Christ we are not sinners anymore.
Even my stuntman is old.
My mother served me wine and water from the time I was 3 years old.
I want a '57 Starfire Olds.
When you have read a book for the first time, you get to know a friend; read it for a second time and you meet an old friend.
In art the best is good enough.
I'm not a solid enough actor to have techniques.
My dad doesn't hug me enough!
It's not enough just being a good passer of the ball.
I don't think just funny is enough on Broadway.
I don't think I'm a good-enough songwriter.
This is my job and I respect it enough to concentrate on it.
They should be working, and there isn't enough work.
But how can you walk away from something and still come back to it?" "Easy," said the cat. "Think of somebody walking around the world. You start out walking away from something and end up coming back to it." "Small world," said Coraline. "It's big e...
We stay busy so we don't have to admit we don't have all the answers. After long enough with our constant distractions, we end our search for them. And God. Soon enough, we'll all come to realize we can't be God. We'll settle for telling ourselves we...
Do you still believe that if you truly want something enough it can happen?" I ask. I think of all the times I wanted to stop the world from spinning, all the times I wanted to go back and start over again. All the things I've wanted to undo or take ...
'Go back up.' The angel chuckled. 'Well, that would be easy enough if I wanted to go up, but I assure you that I've had quite enough of up to last forever.' The angel shook with mirth again. 'Or until tomorrow. Or whenever I'm overcome with the lust ...
Divinity is great enough to be divine; it is great enough to call itself divine. But as humanity grows greater, it grows less and less likely to do so. God is God, as the Moslems say; but a great man knows he is not God, and the greater he is the bet...
I won’t pretend that I deserve you. I am faithless. I have done unforgivable things. And I am broken.” He gestured to his face and body with trembling hands. “I know you see past these things when you look at me . . . but I hope I can be enough...
Now I am twenty-eight, and am in reality more illiterate than many schoolboys of fifteen. It is true that I have thought more, and that my day dreams are more extended and magnificent; but they want (as the painters call it) keeping; and I greatly ne...
