We bring forth weeds when our quick minds lie still.
Why not pick up the new full-length motion picture at the corner drugstore and then run it through one's home TV receiver?
Mr. Presley has no discernible singing ability. . . For the ear he is an unutterable bore, not nearly so talented as Frank Sinatra back in the latter's rather hysterical days at the Paramount Theater.
Commercials on television are similar to sex and taxes; the more talk there is about them, the less likely they are to be curbed.
There is something supremely reassuring about television; the worst is always yet to come.
Mr. Presley has no discernible singing ability.
It's like being called up in the draft. The peculiar joy of hemorrhaging without bleeding starts when the evil little red light glows on the monstrous camera.
I think if you want to get to know me, you should come and see a show. A person might get to see more sides of me.
In vain would science scan and trace Firmly her aspect. All the while, There gleams upon her far-off face A vague unfathomable smile.
I used to read every, well, most nights. I think reading helps me in terms of relaxing. . . It helps me to get my mind off the game a little bit more and it helps me to be a little bit more focused.
In our endeavors to recall to memory something long forgotten, we often find ourselves upon the very verge of remembrance, without being able, in the end, to remember.