There is nothing worth having that can he obtained by nuclear war - nothing material or ideological - no tradition that it can defend. It is utterly self-defeating.
Because it was enough for one of those favorites of His Distinguished Highness to issue a thoughtless decree. These young smart alecks see it, and they immediately imagine some fatal result and come running to the rescue. They start trying to mend th...
Oh, come on. Drama is just life with the dull bits cut out.” “Well, I’m ready for a long patch of boredom.
I’d always enjoyed life, and I knew I would again. But I was going to have to slog through a lot of bad patches to get there
Because it isn’t a loss; just a little piece of their haven had broken off. People can patch things; it still may hurt, but that’s life.
There is nothing magical in them at all. The magic is only in what books say, how they stitched the patches of the universe together into one garment for us.
We allow our ignorance to prevail upon us and make us think we can survive alone, alone in patches, alone in groups, alone in races, even alone in genders.
Tears are pouring down my cheeks like tiny rivers, soaking my shirt with dark patches of my salty happiness.
In a perfect patch of paradise he stays immobile for an eternity while the predawn breath strokes his skin and kisses each vertebrae down his spine.
I’m the guy who knows how you can hurt so much that your insides feel like they’re cut and bleeding.
Maybe Duke was just the kind of person you don’t keep in your life, but the kind of person that changes your life forever.
Pamper a tomato, overfeed it, overwater it and you will get a Paris Hilton of a tomato.
Vets do what doctors used to - diagnose the injury or the condition, patch it up as best they can and remind you that these things happen and that in life we are also in the midst of death.
We all have ups and downs in our career, and as an actor going through a rough patch, all I can do is keep working as hard as I can and hope for the best.
And there it is: Even though we’re standing in the same patch of sun-drenched pavement, we might as well be a hundred thousand miles apart.
That mist was thick. It was hard to see at times. The wind was wild. It'd come at me one way and hit me from the front, and hit me from the back.
I hate all electronic things that are supposed to help the human being. You don't smell, you don't hear, you don't touch anymore.
I will never fall prey to celebrity because I am too busy. I have other things to do than look at myself in the mirror.
I started very early, from five or six years old, to climb. To climb trees, to climb rocks everywhere I could. At some point, of course, I used a rope.
It's very normal - when you're not used to the world of the high wire, it's very normal to be simply terrified. The reason I'm not is because I've done it for so many years.
My paintings always feature trails that dissolve into mysterious areas, patches of light that lead the eye around corners, pathways, open gates, etc.
