Whoa, whoa! Hold up, there, kid. She lives in Forks, remember? So she gets rained on.
When I was developing St. Lucia - around 2008, 2009, at the peak of Pitchfork culture - what was considered cool was being as alienating to your audience as possible.
You bought me some forks. And knives. And spoons. Because you love me!
Ideals are like tuning forks: sound them often to bring your life up to standard pitch.
Then at the top of the hill, the road forks. Which just figures. "You gotta be kidding." I say. One part of the road goes left, the other goes right. (Well, it's a "Fork" ain't it?)
I’d like to see a forklift lift a crate of forks. It’d be so damn literal! You are using that machine to it’s exact purpose!
the devil does not have a fork Brianna, he has a whip
I'd make people say 'use Fork;' if I thought I could get away with it.
Now I know what a piece of bacon feels like when it is suddenly picked out of the pan on a fork and put back on the shelf!" "No you don't!" he heard Dori answering, "because the bacon knows that it will get back in the pan sooner or later; and it is to be hoped we shan't. Also eagles aren't forks!
Naturam expellas furca, tamen usque revenit. You can drive nature out with a pitchfork, she will nevertheless come back.
I'm a tuning fork, tense and twanging all the time.
I always want to be in love, always. It's like being a tuning fork.
Mainstream success is important - that's probably anathema to an indie publication like Pitchfork, but it's what I believe having experienced it personally.
I was forced to go to Cotillion when I was in seventh grade. So I learned what fork is what and dance steps.
