#racks

And on a Canadian set, everybody is equal. You get paid the same. You live together in barracks. You have a communal kitchen. You buy and cook your own food. ↗

— Sandra Oh

#buy #canadian #communal #cook #equal

I'm interested in people's darker side, the ones that aren't easy and well balanced. The cracks. ↗

— Noomi Rapace

#cracks #darker #easy #i #interested

Mile tracks put more emphasis on the driver. On the longer tracks, you can drive flat out all the way around, so it's more of an engineering exercise. On a mile, you can't run flat out. You're constantly in traffic, there's more driver involvement. ↗

— Buddy Rice

#constantly #drive #driver #emphasis #engineering

Besides the two Christmas things, we've got a about a dozen new tracks we're working on. ↗

— Chris Frantz

#besides #christmas #dozen #got #new

If you made a record, I'd probably pick out tracks that I like and download that. That's just how it is. ↗

— Ringo Starr

#how #i #just #like #made

I've always thought my soundtracks do pretty good, because they're basically professional equivalents of a mix tape I'd make for you at home. ↗

— Quentin Tarantino

#basically #because #equivalents #good #home

We have seen SARS stopped dead in its tracks. ↗

— Gro Harlem Brundtland

#sars #seen #stopped #tracks

The enormous lake stretched flat and smooth and white all the way to the edge of the gray sky. Wagon tracks went away across it, so far that you could not see where they went; they ended in nothing at all. ↗

— Laura Ingalls Wilder

#away #could #edge #ended #enormous

What cracks me up is people who think I don't take baseball seriously. It's the most important thing in my life. They don't know how hard it is for me to get a bad game out of my mind. I still can't, but I'm getting better. ↗

— Brady Anderson

#bad game #baseball #better #cracks #game

Power dies, power goes under and gutters out, ungraspable. It is momentary, quick of flight and liable to deceive. As soon as you rely on the possession it is gone. Forget that it ever existed, and it returns. I never made the mistake of thinking that I owned my own strength, that was my secret. And so I never was alone in my failures. I was never to blame entirely when all was lost, when my desperate cures had no effect on the suffering of those I loved. For who can blame a man waiting, the doors open, the windows open, food offered, arms stretched wide? Who can blame him if the visitor does not arrive. ↗

— Louise Erdrich

#tracks #food