I was a handful growing up.
I made 'Saving Private Ryan' for my father. He's the one who filled my head with war stories when I was growing up.
Growing up in the 70s and 80s, it took effort to be a nerd. You had to seek out the nerd stuff.
I hate that word, mature, but I guess I am growing up.
With growing experience, all skillful commanders sought to profit by the power of the defensive, even when on the offensive.
I'm fascinated by offensive subject matter. Always have been. It is very natural to me, as any teach I've ever had growing up could attest.
Growing up doing those Kiwanis Clubs, doing those Cub Scout banquets, doing those church shows, I learned to find that sensibility that most people could laugh at - that all ages and demographics could laugh at.
Coming from the South and growing up in L. A. where it was so segregated - worse than the South in many ways - all the people in my neighborhood were from the South. So you had that Southern cultured environment. The church was very important. And there were these folk ways that were there. I was always fascinated by these Southern stories, people would share these mystified experiences of the South. I wanted to talk about folklore.
The ultimate goal of farming is not the growing of crops, but the cultivation and perfection of human beings.
Both the revolutionary and the creative individual are perpetual juveniles. The revolutionary does not grow up because he cannot grow, while the creative individual cannot grow up because he keeps growing.
I get weary of reading about rebirths because we're all growing all the time and it diminishes the life you've lived if you say 'I'm a new person.
Growing up, road trips with Dad were something I hated. Sitting still for hours, singing that stupid song, 100 bottles of beer on the wall. 100 bottles of beer. . . Dad, you know, keeping up with the song.
I have a lot of growing up to do. I realized that the other day inside my fort.
zoegirl: have u named the chicks? SnowAngel:yes, but i keep getting them mixed up. so now i call all of them "squishy. " they're the collective squishy. zoegirl: *r* they squishy? SnowAngel: when you squeeze them,yes. but not in a yucky way. SnowAngel: they're growing on me, the little squishies. altho 1 of them pooped on my pillow. zoegirl: u let them on your bed? SnowAngel: they like it when i bounce them.
I had nothing growing up, but I always wanted to be 'sexy,' even before I knew what the word was.
We're only truly secure when we can look out our kitchen window and see our food growing and our friends working nearby.
I think I've always been drawn to the second person. When I was growing up and playing with my friends, the usual way we interacted with imaginary worlds was as characters: a bench was 'your' boat, leaves on a lawn were the fins of sharks out to get 'you. '
Creation is the great redemption from suffering and all life's growing light. But the creator must be suffering if needed and accept much change.
I was so poor growing up. . . if I wasn't a boy. . . I'd have nothing to play with.
It’s part of growing up, I suppose…you always have to leave something behind you.