This is one of the worst speeches I've ever seen. No one will listen except the Mobil P.R. man. List what we want to say M arrange... items in order of priority M then say them plainly and bluntly.... Hit hard and early. Don't apologize or evade tough issues.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
If I could only live at the pitch that is near madness When everything is as it was in my childhood... Violent, vivid, and of infinite possibility: That the sun and the moon broke over my head.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
When she could hide him no longer she got a papyrus basket for him, and plastered it with bitumen and pitch; she put the child in ...it and placed it among the reeds on the bank of the river.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
I've been described as a tough and noisy woman, a prize fighter, a man-hater, you name it. They call me Battling Bella, Mother Cou...rage, and a Jewish mother with more complaints than Portnoy. There are those who say I'm impatient, impetuous, uppity, rude, profane, brash, and overbearing. Whether I'm any of those things, or all of them, you can decide for yourself. But whatever I am --and this ought to be made very clear--I am a very serious woman.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
The greatest sweetener of human life is Friendship. To raise this to the highest pitch of enjoyment, is a secret which but few dis...cover.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
Nearby Bodie was a notoriously tough camp, where "a man for breakfast" was so frequent an occurrence that the phrase "bad man from... Bodie" was coined to describe those residents who were still in the land of the living. So impressive was its reputation for wickedness that once when an Aurora family considered moving to the town, the young daughter of the family finished her evening prayers with a tearful, "Goodbye, God, we're going to Bodie." Aurora ruffled whatever virtuous feathers it could muster and pointed scornfully. Bodie resentfully charged that the child has been deliberately misquoted--that what she had actually said was "Good! By God, we're going to Bodie"!LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
I saw the Arab map. It resembled a mare shuffling on,... dragging its history like saddlebags, nearing its tomb and the pitch of hell.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
I can't earn my own living. I could never make anything turn into money. It's like making fires. A careful assortment of paper, sh...avings, faggots and kindling nicely tipped with pitch will never light for me. I have never been present when a cigarette butt, extinct, thrown into a damp and isolated spot, started a conflagration in the California woods.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »