I'd say pot has been a break-even proposition for me.
I'll go to church with anyone who's willing to smoke pot and look through a telescope with me.
Clary stopped wondering about peanut-fish-olive-tomato soup and started wondering what would happen if she dumped the contents of the pot on Isabelle’s head.
Real estate is the closest thing to the proverbial pot of gold.
Socialism, whether it's the 'soft tyranny' of the EuroAmerican management state or the murderously repressive forms taken by Hitler, Stalin, Mao, or Pol Pot, is all about disindividuation, a steady, relentless erasure of the individual differences among us, everything that makes us who we are. 'Everybody in, nobody out!' is the marching mantra of militant collectivized medicine, but it accurately describes all other aspects of collectivism as well. No alternatives allowed, no choices, no individualism, no individuality, and ultimately, no individuation.
The thing I love about Vegas is that it's a melting pot. It's like working Ellis Island.
Exterminate the 50 million Vietnamese and purify the masses of the [Cambodian] people.
The Denver Post has actually hired an editor to promote pot.
Like a brain surgeon who drinks a martini when he's not on call, the successful kids in your school may smoke pot on occasion, but they are not stoners.
The usefulness of the pot lies in its emptiness.
There is an episode [in "Mary and Jane"] where there is not a lot of pot smoking, but there is a giant wall of weed in their apartment.
Do you know the times when one seems to stick fast in circumstances like the fly in the jam-pot? It can't be helped, and I suppose the best thing to do is to lay in a good store of jam!
If you have got a living force and you're not using it, nature kicks you back. The blood boils just like you put it in a pot.
I don't know what my assistant would do besides get me pot.
I love fashion, I love architecture and I love image making so if I can, I would put all these three in one pot.
Damn words; they're just the pots and pans of life, the pails and scrubbing-brushes. I wish I didn't have to think in words.
People do always try to smoke pot with me. But I think some of those people are cops.
She's a pot-of-tea-before-I-say-boo-to-you woman. There's always a pile of warm teabags in the sink when I come down, like what a horse would leave behind.
We didn't have rehab back in the Seventies. Back in the Seventies, rehab meant you stopped doing coke, but you kept smoking pot and drinking for a couple more weeks.
Here's an idea: How about just 'Americans?' That has a nice ring to it, if you ask me. Placing undue emphasis on our 'separateness' is a step backward. Bring back the melting pot.