Air Quotes - Page 83

I am deeply devoted to the 27,000 songs I can take anywhere on my iPod Classic as well as the exquisitely engineered MacBook Air on which I typed this column.

I thought I was raptured up into the air today; turns out, it was just my gas oven exploding.

When I was in school, I got there on the first day and everyone had long, blonde, straight hair, and I had short, dark, curly hair. I immediately felt I didn't fit in and started growing my hair. But I've learned that I'm only happy when I am truly me and feel comfortable and confident in myself.

Lack of fairness to an opponent is essentially a sign of weakness.

I hate being mean. I watch those roasts on Comedy Central and they make the hair on the back of my neck stand up.

I always hated Tony Blair, from the beginning.

If a chair or a building is not functional, if it appears to be only art, it is ridiculous.

This head has risen above its hair in a moment of abandon known only to men who have drawn their feet out of their boots to walk awhile in the corridors of the mind.

I felt like calling attention to AIDS. I had the AIDS ribbon colored into my hair during the playoffs in '95.

I keep my own personality in a cupboard under the stairs at home so that no one else can see it or nick it.

A true fascist is anyone who wants to take away my air conditioning or force me to ride a bike.

Much to popular disbelief, horses walking around during the elections with their tails straight up in the air are not showing off their Bush/Quale buttons.

We’re in the Customer Service business—we just happen to provide airline transportation.

Whether outwardly or inwardly, whether in space or time, the farther we penetrate the unknown, the vaster and more marvelous it becomes.

I have been trying all my life to like Scotchmen, and am obliged to desist from the experiment in despair.

There was a small wooden gazebo built out over the water; Isabelle was sitting in it, staring out across the lake. She looked like a princess in a fairy tale, waiting at the top of her tower for someone to ride up and rescue her. Not that traditional princess behavior was like Isabelle at all. Isabelle with her whip and boots and knives would chop anyone who tried to pen her up in a tower into pieces, build a bridge out of the remains, and walk carelessly to freedom, her hair looking fabulous the entire time.

Tell me,” Isabelle said.“Who it was. That my father had the affair with.

Anything else you're interested in is not going to happen if you can't breathe the air and drink the water. Don't sit this one out. Do something. You are by accident of fate alive at an absolutely critical moment in the history of our planet.

How could one comfort a disturbed person? He is already assailed with doubts about his faith. He would have to despair with such a doctrine. Rather one must seek to convince him that the Savior is there for him, has already forgiven him, and has already accepted him. As soon as one makes faith even in the least a requirement for justification, one takes from such a person all the comfort of the Gospel.

It's a fairytale so tragic there's no prince to break the spell. I don't believe in magic, but for you I will

A painting, you know, it's all dirty material. But it's about transformation. Taking that earth, that heavy earthen kind of thing, turning it into air and light.

The academy awards in England; it's a classy affair as well.

There's a natural mystic blowing through the air. If you listen carefully now, you will hear.

Trust the universe and respekt your hair.

We have been the cowards lobbing cruise missiles from 2,000 miles away. That's cowardly. Staying in the airplane when it hits the building, say what you want about it, it's not cowardly.