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He always gets it done. If it's not scoring, it's assists, it's steals, and he always has a big night read more
He always gets it done. If it's not scoring, it's assists, it's steals, and he always has a big night rebounding.
It's nice to get everyone playing time,
It's nice to get everyone playing time,
Discord occasions a momentary distress to the ear, which remains unsatisfied, and even uneasy, until it hears something better.
Discord occasions a momentary distress to the ear, which remains unsatisfied, and even uneasy, until it hears something better.
They try to have three pitchers and I have no doubt she'll be there. Pitching is tough and she's done read more
They try to have three pitchers and I have no doubt she'll be there. Pitching is tough and she's done it at this level. At the next level, they know she'll get better.
That would be an unbelievable, fantastic run for both teams [to win titles], but I think it would be unbelievable read more
That would be an unbelievable, fantastic run for both teams [to win titles], but I think it would be unbelievable for the fans. They'd go from basketball to hockey, basketball to hockey. They're going to be pretty busy.
I hate artists who are not of their time.
I hate artists who are not of their time.
We're going to inquire tomorrow and perhaps make an issue out of it. I'm going to have to see where read more
We're going to inquire tomorrow and perhaps make an issue out of it. I'm going to have to see where we stand .
The two other parts [Moore] played from the '50s are so different from Evelyn Ryan. The character she played in read more
The two other parts [Moore] played from the '50s are so different from Evelyn Ryan. The character she played in The Hours was a woman who fled the oppression of her home. Evelyn Ryan stayed. She chose to brave it out, because she was determined to make sure every one of those 10 kids of hers made it out of that house intact. It's heroic.
They seldom looked happy. They passed one another without a word in the elevator, like silent shades in hell, hell-bent read more
They seldom looked happy. They passed one another without a word in the elevator, like silent shades in hell, hell-bent on their next look from a handsome stranger. Their next rush from a popper. The next song that turned their bones to jelly and left them all on the dance floor with heads back, eyes nearly closed, in the ecstasy of saints receiving the stigmata.