#his

Violent men have not been known in history to die to a man. They die up to a point. ↗

— Mahatma Gandhi

#die #history #known #man #men

I'm an actor... I do a job and I go home. Why are you interested in me? You don't ask a truck driver about his job. ↗

— James Gandolfini

#actor #ask #driver #go #go home

Since There are so many questions about what the president was doing over 30 years ago, what is it that he did after his honorable discharge from the National Guard? Did he make speeches alongside Jane Fonda denouncing America's racist war in Vietnam? ↗

— Jeff Gannon

#after #ago #alongside #america #denouncing

I know a baseball star who wouldn't report the theft of his wife's credit cards because the thief spends less than she does. ↗

— Joe Garagiola

#because #cards #credit #credit cards #does

Nolan Ryan is pitching much better now that he has his curve ball straightened out. ↗

— Joe Garagiola

#better #better now #curve #his #much

Sometimes his methods are questionable, and even his morals are questionable, but his intention is always to protect Sydney. So in that way I think he's a good parent. ↗

— Victor Garber

#even #good #good parent #his #i

Sometimes, his methods and his motives are questionable and even his morals are questionable in the way he does things. But I think his intention is always to protect his daughter. ↗

— Victor Garber

#daughter #does #even #his #i

The most sinister aspect of Jack is his detachment, his ability to distance himself from his feelings. ↗

— Victor Garber

#aspect #detachment #distance #feelings #himself

Hunter can write a melody and stuff like that, but his forte is lyrics. He can write a serviceable melody to hang his lyrics on, and sometimes he comes up with something really nice. ↗

— Jerry Garcia

#forte #hang #his #hunter #like

I sit alone in a dead world. The wind blows hot and dry, and the dust gathers like particles of memory waiting to be swept away. I pray for forgetfulness, yet my memory remains strong, as does the outstretched arm of the oppressive air. It seems as if the wind has been there since the beginning of the nightmare. Sometimes loud and harsh, a thousand sharp needles scratching at my reddened skin. Sometimes a whisper, a curious sigh in the black of night, of words more frightening than pain. I know now the wind has been speaking to me. Only I couldn't understand because I was too scared. I am scared now as I write these words. Still, there is nothing else to do. ↗

— Christopher Pike

#dead #fear #forgetfulness #memory #needles