It was a strike against me that I didn't wear baggy jeans and jerseys and that I never hustled, never sold drugs.
We strive to form a single national front against the Judeo-Masonic lodges, against Moscow and the Marxist societies.
I was thinking the first thing we should do is Expelliarmus, you know, the Disarming Charm. I know it's pretty basic but I've found it really useful -" "Oh please," said Zacharias Smith, rolling his eyes and folding his arms. "I don't think Expelliarmus is exactly going to help us against You-Know-Who, do you?" "I've used it against him," said Harry quietly. "It saved my life last June. " Smith opened his mouth stupidly. The rest of the room was very quiet. "But if you think it's beneath you, you can leave.
Through this feeling of helplessness suddenly burst a piercing nostalgia for the lost world of childhood. The way it came right up against the heart, that world, and against the face. No indoors or outdoors, only everything touching us, and the grown-ups lumbering past overhead like constellations.
As there is no worldly gain without some loss, so there is no worldly loss without some gain. . . . Set the allowance against the loss, and thou shalt find no loss great.
There is that within a man that drives him ever onwards, just as the power of the seasons drives the roots of flowers into the hard earth; and so he decided, against his better judgment, to open his eyes and find out what was going to happen to him next.
I write a manifesto and I want nothing, yet I say certain things, and in principle I am against manifestoes, as I am also against principles.
There is no rampart that will hold out against malice.
O pity the dead that are dead, but cannot make the journey, still they moan and beat against the silvery adamant walls of life's exclusive city.
So I sit there kicked my heels, thinking about New Orleans, and watching a morbid blue-bottle fly attempt to commit suicide by butting his head against the windowpane.
It has always been my private conviction that any man who puts his intelligence up against a fish and loses had it coming.
My records are basically a litany of complaints against the world, and I'm quite like that in real life as well.
Time is jealous of you, and wars against your lilies and your roses.
"[My Beautiful] Dark [Twisted] Fantasy" and "Watch the Throne": neither was nominated for Album of the Year, and I made both of those in one year. I don't know if this is statistically right, but I'm assuming I have the most Grammys of anyone my age, but I haven't won one against a white person. But the thing is, I don't care about the Grammys; I just would like for the statistics to be more accurate.
Patience is of two kinds: patience over what pains you, and patience against what you covet.
There are things about classic liberalism that obviously I'm drawn to and I bet all of you are as well. Those are things like liberty, freedom, the Bill of Rights. But the reason that I reject the label is that I grew up cutting my teeth against the liberals.
We need to punch back against the extremes of both the left and the right and define the terms of the debate ourselves.
There will always be people for and against you, and its pointless wasting time trying to win over some of the people who are against you. Spend time with people who are for you. Those realtionships are worth it.
Growing up, I'd already decided I wanted to be a beatnik. A Bohemian poet, I thought. Or a musician. Maybe an artist. I'd dress in black turtlenecks and smoke Gitanes. I'd listen to cool jazz in clubs, getting up to read devastating truths from my notebook, leaning against the microphone, cigarette dangling from my hand.
So much of contemporary crime fiction is painful to read and obsessed with violence, particularly against women, and I can't read that.