#no

I've got to restructure all my personal life now in order to accommodate public service, which is fine. ↗

— Max Burns

#fine #got #i #life #now

And I think that if I were a for real celebrity that was recognizable everywhere, I'd just crawl under a rock and you know, have someone run over the rock with a car, or something. ↗

— Steve Burns

#celebrity #crawl #everywhere #i #i think

We go through, I think, six different drafts of each script. And then my shooting it is roughly, you know, fifteen percent of the total work that gets done on a show. Then it's all post-production animation after that. ↗

— Steve Burns

#animation #different #done #drafts #each

When I was 14 I would pick up my brother's bass guitar, and I would just pound on it, having no idea how to play it. ↗

— Steve Burns

#brother #guitar #having #how #i

In the United States Senate, we cannot do great things without reaching across the aisle and working together - and I look forward to the challenges ahead. ↗

— Richard Burr

#ahead #aisle #cannot #challenges #forward

It is critical that we have a comprehensive energy plan to provide affordable and reliable supplies of energy so that our economy will not be dependent on foreign sources of energy. ↗

— Richard Burr

#comprehensive #critical #dependent #economy #energy

I was in advertising for years. That was cushy, you know? It's pretty cushy in a lot of ways, but I hated it. ↗

— Augusten Burroughs

#hated #i #know #lot #pretty

I've just finished my next collection, Possible Side Effects, and I'm now working on a collection of holiday stories as well as a memoir about my relationship with my father. ↗

— Augusten Burroughs

#collection #effects #father #finished #holiday

We all know that change is inevitable. It provides us with a challenge and an opportunity to grow and improve and to attract new members with new ideas. ↗

— Ron D. Burton

#challenge #change #grow #ideas #improve

The campus, an academy of trees, under which some hand, the wind's I guess, had scattered the pale light of thousands of spring beauties, petals stained with pink veins; secret, blooming for themselves. We sat among them. Your long fingers, thin body, and long bones of improbable genius; some scattered gene as Kafka must have had. Your deep voice, this passing dust of miracles. That simple that was myself, half conscious, as though each moment was a page where words appeared; the bent hammer of the type struck against the moving ribbon. The light air, the restless leaves; the ripple of time warped by our longing. There, as if we were painted by some unknown impressionist. ↗

— Ruth Stone

#nostalgia #poetry #beauty