#flash

It's a big flash of all these things and whatever you take out of that statement's one statement, one mind, one statement, one act, one show, and all the songs are one. ↗

— Alice Cooper

#big #flash #mind #one act #out

By the time May rolls around, I'm probably going to want to spend a month on an island. But if Steven Spielberg or Steven Soderbergh or any number of directors were to say 'Hey, there's this role, are you interested?' I'd be there in a flash. ↗

— Marg Helgenberger

#around #by the time #directors #flash #going

From each one of them rose separate columns of smoke, meeting in a pall overhead, and through the smoke came stabbing flashes of fire as German shells burst with thudding shocks of sound. This was the front line of battle. ↗

— Philip Gibbs

#burst #came #columns #each #fire

Everywhere across whatever sorrows of which our life is woven, some radiant joy will gaily flash past. ↗

— Nikolai Gogol

#everywhere #flash #joy #life #our

The only character I ever remember actually creating in a flash of inspiration was George Liquor. God planted that in my head in an instant. ↗

— John Kricfalusi

#character #creating #ever #flash #george

Genius unrefined resembles a flash of lightning, but wisdom is like the sun. ↗

— Franz Grillparzer

#genius #lightning #like #resembles #sun

Originally the film opened with Ryan in the doctor's office, being told his wife is dying. Then we see him walking the streets, and the story is told in flashback. ↗

— Arthur Hiller

#doctor #dying #film #flashback #him

Ikea people do not drive flashy cars or stay at luxury hotels. ↗

— Ingvar Kamprad

#cars #drive #flashy #hotels #luxury

I currently use Ubuntu Linux, on a standalone laptop - it has no Internet connection. I occasionally carry flash memory drives between this machine and the Macs that I use for network surfing and graphics; but I trust my family jewels only to Linux. ↗

— Donald Knuth

#carry #connection #currently #drives #family

The sound of thunder awake me, and when I got up, my feet sank into muddy water up to my ankles. Mother took Buster and Helen to high ground to pray, but I stayed behind with Apache and Lupe. We barricaded the door with the rug and started bailing water out the window. Mother came back and begged us to go pray with her on the hilltop. "To heck with praying!" I shouted. "Bail, dammit, bail!" Mom look mortified. I could tell she thought I'd probably doomed us all with my blasphemy, and I was a little shocked at it myself, but with the water rising so fast, the situation was dire. We had lit the kerosene lamp, and we could see the walls of the dugout were beginning to sag inward. If Mom had pitched in and helped, there was a chance we might have been able to save the dugout - not a good chance, but a fighting chance. Apache and Lupe and I couldn't do it on our own, though, and when the ceiling started to cave, we grabbed Mom's walnut headboard and pulled it through the door just as the dugout collapsed in on itself, burying everything. Afterward, I was pretty aggravated with Mom. She kept saying that the flood was God's will and we had to submit to it. But I didn't see things that way. Submitting seemed to me a lot like giving up. If God gave us the strength to bail - the gumption to try to save ourselves - isn't that what he wanted us to do? ↗

— Jeannette Walls

#blasphemy #daughter #disagreement #disbelief #doing