#called

So in process of four or five years the emperor called me, as divers times he had done before. ↗

— William Adams

#called #divers #done #emperor #five

I made a French film called "Merry Christmas" which is a very European film. It's a World War I piece. ↗

— Diane Kruger

#christmas #european #film #french #i

The spirit or life spark which animates this manifestation could be called God. ↗

— Arthur Young

#called #could #god #life #manifestation

The invisible thing called a Good Name is made up of the breath of numbers that speak well of you. ↗

— Edward F. Halifax

#called #good #invisible #made #name

Many are called, few are chosen. ↗

— Paul Hoffman

#cale #called #chosen #death #divine

There's this expression called postmodernism, which is kind of silly, and destroys a perfectly good word called modern, which now no longer means anything. ↗

— Twyla Tharp

#called #destroys #expression #good #kind

The future is called 'perhaps,' which is the only possible thing to call the future. And the important thing is not to allow that to scare you. ↗

— Tennessee Williams

#call #called #future #important #important thing

Just as abruptly, he'd become a father. While preparing the book for publication, he'd been dating a woman named Sarah Coowe, an infectious-disease specialist at MGH. They were evenly matched in many ways: sharp-dressed, sharp-tongued, and devoted to their careers and personal freedoms to the exclusion of any serious interest in so-called romance. They spent ten months together. A few weeks after they broke up -- Sarah initiated the split -- she called to say that she was pregnant. "It's mine?" asked Affenlight. "He or she," replied Sarah, "is mostly mine." They named the child Pella -- that was Affenlight's idea, though Sarah certainly had the final say. For those first couple of years, Affenlight conspired as often as he could to show up at Sarah and Pella's Kendall Square townhouse with expensive takeout and a new toy. He was fascinated with his daughter, with the sheer reality of her, a beautiful something where before there'd been nothing. He hated kissing her good-bye; and yet he relished, couldn't keep himself from relishing, the total quiet of his townhouse when he walked in, the scattered books and papers and lack of baby-proofing. ↗

— Chad Harbach

#so-called-romance #art

Never let go of that fiery sadness called desire. ↗

— Patti Smith

#desire #fiery #go #let go #never

People called me the godmother of punk, but I never name myself anything. ↗

— Patti Smith

#called #godmother #i #me #myself