Drink from the presence of saints, not from those other jars.
[I spent] much of my time reminding Matt Groening that I really need to be a head in a jar on Futurama.
If you took a little of Sam Cooke and a little of Little Richard, and poured it in a jar and shook it up and poured it out you would get Otis Redding.
there is a poetry in making preserves; the housewife has caught duration in the snare of sugar, she has enclosed life in jars.
Directing teenage actors is like juggling jars of nitro-glycerine: exhilarating and dangerous.
Not until all babies are born from glass jars will the combat cease between mother and son.
Do not disregard the accumulation of goodness, saying, 'This will come to nothing. ' By the gradual falling of raindrops, a jar is filled.
Jars neither of wine nor of water shall fail in the houses of the rich.
He hung up on her. She'd just been hung up on by a disembodied brain in a jar. Fantastic.
It is better to emit a scream in the shape of a theory than to be entirely insensible to the jars and incongruities of life and take everything as it comes in a forlorn stupidity.
One night, in his cups, he drank a jar of wildfire, after telling his friends it would transform him into a dragon, but the gods were kind and it transformed him into a corpse.
There are times when the mirth of others only saddens us, especially the mirth of children with high spirits, that jar on our own quiet mood.
I find it hilarious when Obama's hand gets caught in the cookie jar
Despite my ghoulish reputation, I really have the heart of a small boy. I keep it in a jar on my desk.
Salt is added to dried rose petals with the perfume and spices, when we store them away in covered jars, the summers of our past.
At a certain point my novels set. They set just as hard as that jam jar. And then I know they are finished.
Empty?! You took all the cookies!" "They were crying to get out of the jar. . . Cookies get claustrophobia too, you know!
It is quite common to hear high officials in Washington and elsewhere speak of changing the map of the Middle East, as if ancient societies and myriad peoples can be shaken up like so many peanuts in a jar.
Like a jar you housed the infinite tenderness, and the infinite oblivion shattered you like a jar.
Every object, every being. . . is a jar full of delight.
