If the day ever comes that it (Deep Space Nine) isn't safe for kids to run around this station we all need to pack up and go home.
In running, it doesn't matter whether you come in first, in the middle of the pack, or last. You can say, 'I have finished.' There is a lot of satisfaction in that.
I'm a selective pack rat. There's some things I have no problem getting rid of and others I hold onto dearly.
I do so much travelling in my work that my suitcase is always packed, with my passport ready. I rarely unpack, as I am constantly on the move.
I'm not a businessman. I could pack it in, but I like work. I don't want to sound like Catherine Cookson, but I've worked since I was eight, with a paper round and in a fruit and veg shop.
I don't know what I am doing tomorrow. But I know one thing for sure: the day I stop enjoying my work, I will pack up and leave.
Oh, I forgot to mention it: My brother is the kind of man whom women stalk. In cooperative packs.
How to preside over your own internal disorder? Finding the "I" that can represent the pack of you is the first challenge of the memoirist.
The way I wrestle five-year-olds makes me think if I were ever attacked by a pack of midgets, I’d be OK.
You can tell it's a poem because it's swimming in a little gel pack of white space. That shows it's a poem.
This was me before I knew about anything hard, when my whole life was packed lunches and art projects and spelling quizzes.
Kaitlyn froze and then said in a low tone, "That'd better be your gun." "Why yes, I always pack my gun where it'll blow my balls off."[Landon]
I guess," says Deagle, finally, "I'll just have a pack of Marlboro Lights. That's what I used to smoke when I was human.
We fundamentalists are a pack of mood-loving showoffs. I'm sure the Minor Prophets would have found subject for correction.
No matter what happens, you will always be Pack. Because you have that loyalty and restraint. Not human, not whatever, but Kate. Unique and different, but not separate.
Don’t pack up your camera until you’ve left the location.
You start to die the moment you are born. The whole of life is cutting through the pack with death. So take it easy.
The entire partying lifestyle was superficial in my experience, and most of my friendships were as deep as a shot glass and as short-lived as a pack of cigarettes.
The stars are not wanted now: put out every one; Pack up the moon and dismantle the sun; Pour away the ocean and sweep up the wood. For nothing now can ever come to any good.
Leadership. I separate myself from the pack at such a great distance that it may be said that I’m a leader—a leader of one with followers of none.
Embarrassing as it was to admit, I was beginning to enjoy the role, thinking there was nothing like packing a pair of cuffs to put some spring into a woman's step.
