He looks like a man who has spent most of his life frowning.
I spent several years acquiring the obsessive, day-to-day discipline that's needed if you want to write professionally, then several more, highly valuable years studying fiction writing at the University of Iowa.
We've spent so much time judging what other people created that we've created very, very little of our own.
You'd type like hell. I spent $9. 80 and in nine days I had Fahrenheit 451.
You have been asked to take notice of the sayings of dying men—this is mine: that a life spent in the service of God and communion with Him is the most pleasant life that anyone can live in this world.
Ultimately, my proposal isn't intended to increase or decrease the amount of federal spending spent on antipoverty programs.
When you've got the money, you spend it. When you've spent it all, let someone else get going and spend theirs.
I had to have some balls to be Irish Catholic in South London. Most of that time I spent fighting.
That's where I spent of lot of my high-school years -- in the closet. It wasn't too cramped, but you do get really hot.
It seems that I have spent my entire life trying to make life more rational and that it was all wasted effort.
I've spent hundreds of hours working over words, and part of me, a large part of me, has a desire to do something else.
I used to always fight for human rights. I still fight for Leonard Peltier, who's spent 35 years in jail for a crime he didn't commit.
I spent my childhood in Newfoundland and then my junior high and high school years in Alberta, Canada.
He [Ranger] peeled my [Stephanie] clothes off and wrangled me into bed. And then suddenly he was inside me. He once told me that time spent with him would ruin me for all other men. When he said it, I thought it was an outrageous threat. I no longer though it outrageous.
In fact, I was one of the few trusted people that Lucy allowed to play with their kids. I spent time at their summer home, rode horses at their ranch, and swam at their beach house. I even spent a Christmas with them at Palm Springs one year.
A man may have spent his life among the great ones of the earth, who to him have been merely boring relatives or tedious acquaintances because a familiarity engendered in the cradle had stripped them of all glamour in his eyes.
Every single person that spent a few bucks to buy a book that I wrote deserves a big thank you from my whole family.
If we wish to count lines of code, we should not regard them as 'lines produced' but as 'lines spent. '
Saying goodbye doesn't mean anything. It's the time we spent together that matters, not how we left it.
I don't read my books, I write them. Once I've finished the many years it usually takes me to write them, I can't bear to read them, because I've spent too long with them already. I'm not advertising them very well, am I?