Children almost always hang onto things tighter than their parents think they will.
Foursomes have left the first tee there and have never been seen again. They just find their shoelaces and bags.
You know you've reached middle age when your weightlifting consists merely of standing up.
Don't people know that they don't have to heckle the president of the United States? That's what Congress is for.
Not that they were that anxious to see Ronnie as President; they were afraid if he didn't get elected, he'd go back to acting.
Welcome to the Academy Awards, or, as it's known at my house, Passover.
When she started to play, Steinway came down personally and rubbed his name off the piano.
Maybe the first time you saw her you were ten. She was standing in the sun scratching her legs. Or tracing letters in the dirt with a stick. Her hair was being pulled. Or she was pulling someone's hair. And a part of you was drawn to her, and a part of you resisted--wanting to ride off on your bicycle, kick a stone, remain uncomplicated. In the same breath you felt the strength of a man, and a self-pity that made you feel small and hurt. Part of you thought: Please don't look at me. If you don't, I can still turn away. And part of you thought: Look at me.
If you’re worried about giving your secrets away, you can share your dots without connecting them.
With lacquerware there is an extra beauty in that moment between removing the lid and lifting the bowl to the mouth, when one gazes at the still, silent liquid in the dark depths of the bowl, its colour hardly differing from that of the bowl itself. What lies within the darkness one cannot distinguish, but the palm senses the gentle movements of the liquid, vapour rises from within, forming droplets on the rim, and the fragrance carried upon the vapour brings a delicate anticipation. . . a moment of mystery, it might almost be called, a moment of trance.
They put a rifle in my hand, sent me off to a foreign land to go and kill the Yellow man.