On the plus side, there were no rioters in sight but on the minus side this was probably because everywhere I looked was on fire.
I never looked at hockey as work. Now that I'd finished playing, I had to go to work.
Even when the attention focused on me is positive, I am uncomfortable being looked at by a lot of people - it's just not my natural state of being.
Once there was a race, quite unlike the human race - quite. I have no way of describing to you what they looked like or how they lived, but they had one characteristic you can understand: they were creative. The creating and enjoying of works of art was their occupation and their reason for being.
The sand looked so beautiful then, so many little individual grains in the light of the night, giving the watcher the childhood feeling of infinite things finally understood, the humiliating feeling of the watcher's nothingness.
I realized that I'm a child. " William looked point-blank at her chest. "No.
She had, without realizing it at the time, learned to follow Nick's gaze, learned to learn his lust. . . his desires remained memorized within her. She looked at the attractive women he would look at. . . She had become him: she longed for these women. But she was also herself, and so she despised them. She lusted after them, but she also wanted to beat them up. A rapist. She had become a rapist, driving to work in a car.
I never looked at being a musician any different than waking up one day and wanting to be an accountant or a lawyer.
Jack looked out the window as they passed the Mormon temple, just outside the beltway near Connecticut Avenue. A decidedly odd-looking building, it had grandeur with its marble columns and gilt spires. The beliefs represented by that impressive structure seemed curious to Ryan, a lifelong Catholic, but the people who held them were honest and hardworking, and fiercely loyal to their country, because they believed in what America stood for.
A hand landed on his shoulder like an anvil. “How’d you like to stay for dinner?” Butch looked up. The guy was wearing a baseball cap and had some kind of marking—was that a tattoo, on his face? “How’d you like to be dinner?” said another one, who looked like some kind of model.
If you write something in the evening or at night, look back over it the next morning. I tend to be less self-critical at night; sometimes, I've looked back at things I wrote the night before, and realized they were no good at all.
Well we looked at all the people in the Bible and we added 'em up all the way back to Adam and Eve, their ages: 12,000 years.
I was about one drink away from my limit, In came a black dress with a black body in it, She looked so timid, it took me a minute To get her in focus
I've kind of looked at my whole career as a spring training invite.
You looked at me, your eyes huge. You we're like a dog then, waiting for me to throw you a bone. . . waiting for something I could never give you.
I don't want to be looked at. I really want to be a home body.
I know what nuns are, kind of. It's just I never saw one. I didn't know they looked like penguins.
I wanted to be looked at for the skateboarder that I was. I didn't want to be the 36-year-old skateboarder who's still holding on while owning a company at the same time. I wanted to make my mark and travel and accomplish a few things here and there and then get out.
Adrian Dantley is a guy that I looked at. . . on how to maneuver my body around.
Ava Gardner was the most beautiful woman in the world, and it's wonderful that she didn't cut up her face. She addressed aging by picking up her chin and receiving the light in a better way. And she looked like a woman. She never tried to look like a girl.