I don't really care too much about Valentine's Day. . . I've never had a valentine or anything. I've always just spent it with my friends, so I don't really have much expectation for Valentine's Day.
Because in the end, you won't remember the time you spent working in the office or mowing your lawn. Climb that goddamn mountain
I've spent much of my life being attuned to watching for an image or a phrase that can trigger what might be a poem - could become a poem.
I spent quite a lot of time pissing off my friends because I could get girls with a British accent, despite the fact that I was tubby and, like, not very cool.
I wonder how many college tuitions could be paid off with the amount of money spent by Minions on advertisement.
I stayed away from mathematics not so much because I knew it would be hard work as because of the amount of time I knew it would take, hours spent in a field where I was not a natural.
You know, when I was diagnosed with breast cancer in 1997 I realized I had spent too long arranging my attitude.
There are ways of angling the camera. I don't just use a tripod. The only time I did that was in '88 when I first came out of detox, I spent every day doing self-portraits to fit back into my own skin. I didn't know what the world looked like - what I looked like - so in order to fit back into myself, I took self-portraits everyday to give myself courage and to fit the pieces back together. I used a tripod then.
. . . but I could not sleep without proper covering and spent the rest of the night rewriting lost arguments from my past, altering history so that I emerged victorious.
The amount of energy spent laughing at a joke should be directly proportional to the hierarchical status of the joke teller.
I spent the first 18 years of my life in the pastoral town of Vernal, Utah, in the shadows of the Book Cliffs and the Uinta Mountains.
No time spent with a book is ever entirely wasted, even if the experience is not a happy one: there’s always something to be learned. It’s just that, every now and again, you hit a patch of reading that makes you feel as if you’re pootling about… But what can you do about it? We don’t choose to waste our reading time; it just happens. The books let us down.
As a well spent day brings happy sleep, so life well used brings happy death.
I thought about all the people I knew who spent many of their waking hours feeling sorry for themselves. How useful it would be to put a daily limit on self-pity. Just a few tearful minutes, then on with the day.
I spent my summers in Connecticut scooping ice cream and babysitting.
Well, I was born in Scotland and spent the first six years of my life there. Then I went to Newcastle-On-Tyne in northeast England, close to Scotland.
As a kid, I spent every summer bent over a stack of books, obsessively writing detailed reports on each one.
I'm not sure Betsy DeVos has ever spent a day in a public school. And I don't - I'm pretty sure Donald Trump hasn't.
I never spent much time with people my own age.
When Daniel Gorenstein was chair, he did mathematics from 5am to 12noon, spending the second half of his working day on administration. When I was chair, I also spent half of my time on research: every other minute.