I love travel because you may be uncomfortable, hungry, hot and sweaty, cold and shivering…but damn it, you will never be bored.
I need a little sugar in my bowl and a little hot dog in my roll.
See what perils do environ those who meddle with hot iron.
You are my country, Desdemona. . . . My Egypt. My hot, harrowing desert and my cool, verdant Nile, infinitely lovely and unfathomable and sustaining.
At first, I lost my confidence a little. I'm used to having my hair, but now you have this bald thing on top. Then I got into it. It was easy and free; I didn't have to wash my hair. I just took a hot towel and buffed it to make it nice and shiny.
No use fanning up hot coals when you have to walk across them.
It's hot on my block, somebody turn the fan on I've been paid, I'm just tryin to turn my mans on.
There's a band of studio session - hot players - that play on my albums. . . They're an eclectic bunch of misfits that I've worked with for years and years.
That was where my dream began to take hold, of not havin' to pick cotton and potatoes, and not havin' to be uncomfortable, too hot or too cold. That in itself had driven me to try to find some better way of life.
To catch the ball, face up, look at all of my options and then pass. I was playing hot potato. I didn't want to be the guy to stall the triangle.
Women are like teabags. We don't know our true strength until we are in hot water!
It might, too, have been the singular cold that alienated me; for such chilliness was abnormal on so hot a day, and the abnormal always excites aversion, distrust, and fear.
I have a lot of films that I haven't gotten made, and that continues to trouble me. But someday, some way or another, I think I will. It's all about timing. There's a moment when you're hot and studios will make your next film, and then there's a moment when you're really cold, and they couldn't care less what you want to do next. That's when you have to recede and make lower-budgeted films.
Drop it like it's hot.
Modeling is the best because you have to look hot, which comes easy to me, you know. I'm blessed with that.
Sometimes, I think Trent just needs a cup of hot chocolate and a blankie.
He felt the hot impact of bullets. He heard the sound of chopping meat. He thought 'is that me?'. . . and then he opened his eyes.
Very hot and still the air was, Very smooth the gliding river, Motionless the sleeping shadows.
Stick Boy liked Match Girl, He liked her a lot. He liked her cute figure, he thought she was hot. But could a flame ever burn for a match and a stick? It did quite literally; he burned up quick.
The thing that's the biggest bummer about any live show is a hot, sober room. So if it's during the day and people are a little buzzed, great.