I wanted to bring Lissa back, and I wanted to return to Adrian's arms again, return to his lips and all this life. . . "Hathaway! Good God, do I have to hose you down?
May the bird of paradise fly up your nose, may an elephant caress you with his toes, may your wife be plagued with runners in her hose.
If you feel bored or uncomfortable as you're writing, ask yourself what's bothering you and write about that. Sometimes your creative energy is like water in a kinked hose, and before thoughts can flow on the topic at hand, you have to straighten the hose by attending to whatever is preoccupying you.
Getting an education at MIT is like taking a drink from a fire hose.
What do you do when your competitor is drowning? Get a live hose - and stick it in his mouth.
We're like a gardener with a hose and our attention is water - we can water flowers or we can water weeds.
If my competitor were drowning I'd stick a hose in his mouth and turn on the water.
By the way, I do not wear a hose. My hose is my own. No coke bottle, nothing stuffed down there.
With girls, everything looks great on the surface. But beware of drawers that won't open. They contain a three-month supply of dirty underwear, unwashed hose, and rubber bands with blobs of hair in them.
My parents would have to put the fire hose on me to get me out of bed, to go to school in the morning. They would use a cattle prod and just shock me, or throw boiling water on me, or fire a gun next to my head, to get me out of bed.
But God has the most fun with artists and writers: he inflames them with the desire to rival his own creations, then douses their overheated ambitions with a cold spray from the garden hose of reality. If they persist, he slams them to the ground and tweaks them on the proboscis for good measure. A fortunate few break free and prosper; the others lament the day they didn't become bank clerks.
L. A. burns, and so many other cities smolder, waiting for the hose that will flood gasoline over the coals, and we listen to politicians who fuel our hate and our narrow views and tell us it's simply a matter of getting back to basics while they sit in their beachfront properties and listen to the surf so they won't have to hear the screams of the drowning.
You have to beat out for yourself many mornings on the windy headlands the sense of the fact that you get the same rainbow in the cloud drift over Waban and the spray of your garden hose. And not necessarily then do you live up to it.
Suggestions?" I asked [. . . ] Marc never took his gaze from the cage. "Get the hose.
Do you know the way to San Hose?
