It’s not to late to… ask yourself if you really are the person you want to be, and if not, who you do want to be.
Fifty-nine cents. For years, I wore a button – ’59 cents.’ Many of my colleagues wore it also. The purpose was so that people would come up and ask, ‘What does ’59 cents’ mean?’ One could then launch into a discussion about how women working full time in the U.S. earn 59 cents for every dollar earned by men.
So it is in poetry. All we ask is that the mood recorded shall impress us as having been of the kind that exhausts the imaginative capacity; if it fails to do this the failure will announce itself either in prose or in insignificant verse.
Ought we not to ask the media to agree among themselves a voluntary code of conduct, under which they would not say or show anything which could assist the terrorists’ morale or their cause while the hijack lasted.
Most people who ask for advice from others have already resolved to act as it pleases them.
The most successful ideological effects are those which have no need for words, and ask no more than complicitous silence.
Don’t ask me who’s influenced me. A lion is made up of the lambs he’s digested, and I’ve been reading all my life.
My mind sort of works like a search engine. You ask me something, and I start seeing pictures.
I’d like to sit down with Hillary Clinton onstage and ask her about Glass Steagall and all the big banks and her own campaign contributions.
If I or my soldiers have plundered or done injury to the houses or ministers of religion, I repent me of my sin; but it is not of Edward of England I shall ask pardon.