The dream begins with a teacher who believes in you, who tugs and pushes and leads you to the next plateau, sometimes poking you with a sharp stick called 'truth'.
Dad, one of my first memories is of sharing my worry with you about the space shuttle poking holes in the atmosphere and letting out all of Earth's air.
Grissom is a character who doesn't really want people poking around in his life. He likes to poke around in his work.
I wanted to be a pariah, because all my heroes were cult artists, people who devoted their lives to poking into very narrow, very deep corners - Erik Satie, Alfred Jarry, Malcolm Lowry - people who suffered in order to express their vision of life.
If I ever saw my muse she would be an old woman with a tight bun and spectacles poking me in the middle of the back and growling, "Wake up and write the book!
Deliberately causing mayhem in Snape's Potions class was about as safe as poking a sleeping dragon in the eye.
Research is formalized curiosity. It is poking and prying with a purpose.
As you get older, your mind gets a little more set. And it needs the poking and prodding and breaking through of stereotypes that I think young people provide.
The batsman's technique was like an old lady poking her umbrella at a wasp's nest.
Climate is an angry beast and we are poking at it with sticks
I was poking fun at myself most of all.
I still have this deep-down fear that if I go poking into the bushes I might find a dead body.
Even when I begin with a situation that's basically funny or sad, I like to keep poking around in it. I like to get into the middle of a relationship, to explore the subtle places.
The successful warrior is the average man, with laser-like focus and a chair that's not obtained from Craigslist that keeps poking into his back.
There are a lot of new opportunities that are poking their head up in my future. I've been very fortunate that way, but for right now, what I like is what I'm doing.
Athletes don't have much use for poking around in their childhoods, because, introspection doesn't get you anywhere in a race.
Once she was gone, I knelt next to Annabeth and felt her forehead. She was still burning up. "You're cute when you're worried," she muttered. "Your eyebrows get all scrunched together. " "You are not going to die while I owe you a favor," I said. "Why did you take that knife?" "You would've done the same for me. " It was true. I guess we both knew it. Still, I felt like somebody was poking my heart with a cold metal rod.
Meg was going to have to learn for herself what Laurie had figured out over the summer - that it was better to leave well enough alone, to avoid unnecessary encounters with the people you'd left behind, to not keep poking at that sore tooth with the tip of your tongue. Not because you didn't love them anymore, but because you did, and because that love was useless now, just another dull ache in your phantom limb.
It would be ugly to watch people poking sticks at a caged rat. It is uglier still to watch rats poking sticks at a caged person.
My friend taught me this one. You take the heel of your hand, you can shove someone's nose right through their brain. I can't even watch someone blow their nose. If I'm in a fight, I'm not gonna be shoving or poking, I'm gonna be running or begging - that's my two choices, right there.