He sat upon his throne, which is made of skulls.
Silence sat in the taxi, as though a stranger had got in.
The saddest thing is that when I sat down to rehearse for the Pixies, I couldn't believe that I had given up something that I loved. Now I hold the drum at night and I want to go to bed with it.
You sat there and watched our colleague Ruth Smeeth abused at a Labour event. Your words are hollow.
The cat sat on the mat is not a story. The cat sat on the other cat’s mat is a story.
I scored a 910 on my SAT. I didn't care about education. I don't know what I cared about.
[I began to unload] the pyramid of honors, civic and literary, which had been heaped on me by the headlong process of rewarding a popular success. One day, I sat down and wrote a wholesale lot of letters of resignation. When I finished, I didn't belong to a single authors club or patriotic society. I was myself again, whatever that was.
And what had he wanted? He'd never sat down to think about it. But mostly, he wanted yesterday to be different from today.
There is no direct evidence that [Alex] Haley sat down with the F. B. I.
Mattie sat at the table, obsessing, orbiting around herself. She was sick of her worried, hostile mind. It would have killed her long before, she felt, if it hadn't needed the transportation.
Blessed are the sat upon, spat upon, ratted on.
I went to the top of the Cotton Bowl by myself, sat down and cried.
As soon as I sat down to write music, really, with Café Blue. I just can't think about that when I sit down to write. I don't let myself. I actually don't allow myself to look at sales figures. Ever. I get the general impression that I'm not selling like Norah Jones, but I don't really pay too much attention, because I think it would corrupt me.
It was a day in early spring; and as that sweet, genial time of year and atmosphere calls out tender greenness from the ground,--beautiful flowers, or leaves that look beautiful because so long unseen under the snow and decay,--so the pleasant air and warmth had called out three young people, who sat on a sunny hill-side enjoying the warm day and one another.
The sun did not shine. It was too wet to play. So we sat in the house. All that cold, cold, wet day.
When I sat down to write I just felt like a geek writing about myself. And then it dawned on me, just because of the way I am, I can't stop talking, and part of the problem is that anything that gets said reminds me of something that happened to me one time, and invariably I cut people off and talk about myself.
My dad is my biggest source of inspiration. He's a lawyer, and when he'd get home, we always sat down and listened to music.
Do you ever get the feeling that something awful might happen?' James asked me. . . I sat up. 'I'm the awful thing that happens.
She saved my life. . . and I’ve ruined hers. They sat in silence for a full minute, the air between them growing heavy, as if they both wanted to speak, and yet had nothing to say. They were strangers, after all, on a brief and bizarre journey that had just reached a fork in the road, each of them now needing to find seperate paths.
I haven't sat down and memorized the language of Elvish, and anyone who does that is crazy!