When you write for a living and you can't do anything else, you know that sooner or later that the deadline is going to come screaming down on you like a goddamn banshee. There's no avoiding it. . . So one day you just don't appear at the El Adobe bar anymore; you shut the door, paint the windows black, rent an electric typewriter and become the monster you always were - the writer.
The bar exam's a mother. I mean, for me it was. I failed it the first two times, but I guess it's like losing your virginity, third time's the charm.
He that wrongs a friend Wrongs himself more, and ever bears about A silent court of justice in his breast, Himself the judge and jury, and himself The prisoner at the bar ever condemned.
It's easier to make changes with a pencil than a wrecking bar.
The monument serves to remind the appellate courts and judges of the circuit and district courts of this state and members of the bar who appear before them as well as the people of Alabama who visit the Alabama Judicial Building of the truth stated in the preamble of the Alabama Constitution, that in order to establish justice we must invoke the favor and guidance of Almighty God.
When I admire a writer, it's for the recognizable palette - Hemingway's minimalism, the dialogue, those isolated bar scenes. But with each story or novel, he shows me something different within the framework he's built - like noticing that there's a chair in the corner I didn't see in another story.
I don't think I'll get married again. I'm not looking for it. What I can say about my divorce and my failed engagement is that I learned where my bar is.
An architect's most useful tools are an eraser at the drafting board, and a wrecking bar at the site.
When I became political and Communist, it was because they were the only people I had ever met who fought the color bar in their lives.
I think I tried to steal a Mars bar once from a shop but then I went and put it back.
It takes a lot of guts to get up on top of a bar and dance.
My dad and my uncles owned a bar outside of Cincinnati. I worked there growing up, mopping floors, waiting tables.
People always think I was just playing in a piano bar, but I only did that for about six months. The rest of the time I was playing in bands.
I was at a bar nursing a beer. My nipple was getting quite soggy.
It's as if there's a magnet on the outside of the posts and bar.
If you don't raise the bar, how will you ever know your potential?
We keep waiting for the American people to wake up, and they keep hitting the snooze bar. But something, folks, someday, will wake them up. Of that I'm confident.
The message was that if something is free, you should only take the best. If, on the other hand, you're forced to pay, it's best to lower the bar and not be so choosy.
A literary academic can no more pass a bookstore than an alcoholic can pass a bar.