There is supercomputer somewhere in the Nevada desert whose sole function is to count the number of times that I have said the following, because it is unquantifiable by human minds at this point, but this time it’s really true: I should have staye...
A tear rolled down my cheek And more came down Until tears rolled down like a stream. My eyes were blind with tears for you. They washed my eyes till I could see.
One day, an unusually exciting event interrupted the rhythm of our regular middle-class teenage lives. A Russian woman, the mother of a girl in our class, was run over by a New York City bound train right in the center of town. Our classmate left sch...
The crisis creates situations which are dangerous in the short run, since the various strata of the population are not all capable of orienting themselves equally swiftly, or of reorganizing with the same rhythm. The traditional ruling class, which h...
You are a special breed that has never been. You are the highest stratum of the society. You belong to a class that is beyond compare. You are full of superiority that gives especial worth which is meritoriously near the standard or model and eminent...
Agnes' Father Olof: When our class met, I think it was our 25-year reunion, when they found out that I'd done well for myself. Bengt, who was then the class king, he didn't become anything. And the girls who were considered the prettiest, they weren'...
Principal Evans: Mr. and Mrs. Abagnale, this is not a question of your son's attendance. I regret to inform you that, for the past week, Frank has been teaching Mrs. Glasser's French class. Paula Abagnale: He what? Principal Evans: Your son has been ...
John had written that normal fantasy ("normal" in the T.S. Kuhn sense) was written for the moderately educated class suffering from ennui. It was for folks stuck doing dull, repetitive work, growing old while not getting laid half often or variously ...
John had written that normal fantasy ("normal" in the T.S. Kuhn sense) was written for the moderately educated class from suffering ennui. It was for folks stuck doing dull, repetitive work, growing old while not getting laid half often or variously ...
A large class of readers … will suffer greatly from the introduction into the pages of this work of words printed with all their letters, which it has become the custom to represent by the initial and final letter only—a blank line filling the in...
Jill, a comprehensive school teacher in her early thirties, has put her dark past behind her to become a lady in control of her own life. Successful in her career, soon to be divorced and with no emotional ties, she is content. Except that one mornin...
Angel Salvadore: [Erik gives Angel a big tip] For that, daddy-o, you get a private dance. [In the private dance room] Angel Salvadore: You guys know it's a double for both, right? Professor Charles Xavier: Mmm, now that won't be necessary, although I...
Professor Charles Xavier: [after Charles and Hank apply a duct tape with an X Mark on it] Wonderful work, Hank. Alright Alex, I want you to hit the X. Just the X, keep that in mind. Alex Summers: [gets shocked] You SERIOUS? Professor Charles Xavier: ...
Could a scar be like the rings of a tree, reopened with each emotional season?
Class, she reminded herself, was the real marker in America.
There's money, and then there's class. The two are often separated.
What gets measured gets improved.
I was very fascinated with meteorology at a young age. I lived on the Gulf Coast and hurricanes blew through there. That is the class I failed in college: meteorology.
Progressive policies implemented since the early 1900s launched America into the modern age and created a vibrant middle class.
I hated school so bad. I only liked art class during high school. I was always smart.
The world is made up of two classes - the hunters and the huntees.
